Cigarettes.

I don't smoke. But, I do have cigarettes. Why? Just in case I feel like completely abandoning what I should be doing and need something to photograph.

Just For Fun.

I could probably post about 5 photos a day of stuff I'm fiddling with just for fun. Perhaps I will. I am in love with this little family of deer I picked up for a dollar at a local thrift store. This little lady is my favorite.

Libby

I come home from school early to find my dog lazily sprawled on the couch, and I must say I do not think the phrase "work like a dog" can be used in the same way anymore.

Self Portraiture

Had to do it for a class and got pretty into it. I love the results. Let me know your thoughts :)

If you like them, please go to this link and click appreciate at the bottom of the page!

Book Photos.

Pretty much the only two shots I actually like from my tableau assignment. Absolute disaster.. haha. If only I could formulate thoughts on a regular basis..

My relative theme was: that girl who "always has her nose in a book."

Wedding Photo.

Looks like Holga. Love it. Love the colors especially. Interesting idea.. that I may have to use...

(I'll get you the source I seemed to have misplaced the link.)

So EXCITED

I love this series I'm starting.

Elderly.

Everyone should take a look at this. I feel like my heart has been so deeply affected by just about everything for the past few months. Partially I think it's because I've really been thinking about the temporality of life. Nervous for my brother, sad for deaths of ones dear to my loved ones, curiosity about aging and when the right time to die is, and is there even a right time? Anyways, I think a lot of this is also from meeting the incredible Viola that I have had the pleasure to photograph. 88 and full of life. (Still in the editing process...)

Photo Adventures With Bryan.

He just recently bought a super nice Nikon and we went photo adventuring today. He's such a sweetheart he let me edit my own that he took of me, which he did a lovely job if I do say so myself.

Some Days I Wonder..

...if anyone even looks at my blog. If you do.. I love you. Photo from Brookside shoot.

I'll Always Love This.

This excerpt from Tanya Davis's poem How to Be Alone always gets me. She makes me feel so much better about being by myself. Click here to watch the film version of the whole thing.

If you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it, 

if your family doesn’t get you or a religious sect is not meant for you, don’t obsess about it.

You could be, in an instant, surrounded, if you need it.

If your heart is bleeding, make the best of it.

There is heat in freezing, be a testament.

I Cuss in This Post. Beware Sensitive Eyes.

Thank goodness for my sketchbook. If I couldn't get my feelings out I think I would explode.

Sturs

Maybe cool?

Cowchiz.

Brookside has so many great couches.. that no one ever gets to sit on.

Sink.

In Brookside.

Benny.

Juggling.

I just recently started juggling again.

It's a great stress reliever.

And maybe it will help me with my lack of coordination?

Needless to say, I still don't know any juggling tricks

that are actually worth knowing.

Yet.

Thank goodness I never gave Drew his juggling balls back :)

Playing Around.

Found some an old photo. Took me a minute to figure out what it actually was. Haha but for some reason I really like it?

My Heart is Hurting..

I just read this on another blog who got it from another... but that's irrelevant. What's important is this heart-wrenching story about this poor baleen whale, the loneliest whale in the world.

"i just read a comment from a 2004 article by the ny times about the loneliest whale in the world. scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:

she isn’t like any other baleen whale. unlike all whales, she doesn’t have friends. she doesn’t have a family. she doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. she doesn’t have a lover. she never had one. her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. but her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. it is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 51.75hz. you see, that’s precisely the problem. no other whales can hear her. every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. each cry ignored. and with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by."

(via julia pic sabino)

Rachel. Again.

So darn purty.