Wednesday, September 10, 2014
As much as I love Fall, it's so hard for me to say goodbye to Summer. Maybe it's because around here Summer is worlds apart from the rest of the year. And once Fall starts, there's no going back. A golden Fall turns into nine long months of grey. A grey that feels like home, but undoubtedly gets old.
Every night after work this week, I've made a point to enjoy every bloom on the Queen of Sweden rose bush I planted in the Spring... Just in case it's the last. [cue sobbing emoji]
Sunday, September 7, 2014
I had such a sweet, yet short, trip to Montana. I got back almost a week ago, and I've missed it every day since. I'm finally getting around to posting some of the photos I took while I was there. Getting to play around with my new camera in such a beautiful place was a definite treat.
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
This weekend I visited my nana and the house in Montana that I've always known as "Nana and Papa's". So many things in life change drastically, and some things just stay the same - like my nana's bathroom.
Photos of the beautiful Montana to come.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
After playing with layering images digitally to creature a double exposure look, I really wanted to try creating real double exposures using a 35mm disposable camera. I took these in the spring and finally had the roll developed yesterday.
Only 4 frames survived the risk of complete over-exposure, so I definitely have some fine-tuning to do. But I like how these 4 turned out none the less. I had forgotten how fun it is to get film developed - each photo is such a surprise!! I'm looking forward to trying this again and not waiting three months to get the roll developed.
Has anyone else played with double exposures?
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Life has slowed down immensely it seems like. Still busy - no doubt, but I'm no longer juggling a million little tasks on what feels like borrowed time. Instead, I feel like I have excess time to put into bigger things that I actually want to be putting effort towards. Things that answer to my own agenda. However, I keep trying to remind myself that the tedious tasks and things that seem bigger in that moment hold equal weight. They both contribute to where I'm going. There may be a 10 small steps to every long stride, but they're both getting me somewhere.
I know this feeling of excess time won't last forever -- so when the feeling of drowning in tedious tasks returns, I want to be ready for it. I want to appreciate it for what it is.
Friday, August 8, 2014
A few days ago, Latrina, from Of Trees and Hues, posted about her favorite summer night from childhood. I soon discovered it was part of a series, called Write It Out, that Kate from Clear the Way had recently started. After reading all of the fantastic blogger's entries, I decided to participate. Writing narratives of memories was something I loved doing when I first started college. Then, with the swell of other writing assignments as school progressed, I lost the time for it.
What I wrote is short and far from profound, but I'm so happy to be writing again. Thanks, Kate - For starting such an awesome series. I look forward to the prompts and words to come.
While trying to materialize a favorite summer night from childhood, my brain is only able to conjure up stray snap shots of memories from a decade worth of favorite summer nights.
Mental pictures of sun-kissed skin, freckled cheeks and combing through wet, freshly washed hair.
My mom’s tan legs and siblings always close by.
The soft light of a setting summer sun pouring through open windows and going to sleep under a periwinkle sky not long after it had gone.
All of those things seemingly happened thousand times or more. But my memory can only recall them coming from the same night once. And from that same night is the vivid mental picture of my dad whipping a dishtowel onto the couch, hard and fast.
I had spent the day in the sun and watched my mom’s legs from the bathtub as she stood in front of the bathroom sink washing her face.
The late sun was setting as I put on my pajamas and got ready for bed.
When he lifted the towel up, a small splat of blood was revealed on the soft, white leather. A mosquito.
Soon after, the five of us were all armed with dishtowels and fly-swatters - fighting an army of mosquitoes that had somehow made their way into our little home. The battle went on for what seemed like hours, and the periwinkle sky had turned to the deep blue of night. As an adult the thought of mosquitoes and their vexing buzz continuously zipping past my head makes me cringe. As a kid, I didn’t want it to end. My bed time had long passed and I was far from sleep, participating in a rare scene of chaos in a normally orderly house.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
I'm about to walk out the door, but I had to share this first. It's been all over Pinterest and thank goodness for that because people need to think like this more often. It's the best advice I've come across in a long time. I am perpetual "loving the crap out of everything" kind of person and I never want to feel ashamed of that.