Thursday, August 28, 2014

35mm double exposure

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

getting somewhere

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

write it out | one

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

best advice

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. 

Monday, August 4, 2014

a sacred place

This weekend I took a very brief trip to one of my favorite places, Lake Chelan. I've gone every summer, one way or another, for as long as I can remember. Sometimes I camp, sometimes I go with my family, sometimes I go with friends, sometimes I go with a friend's family - but I've never not gone.

Now that I'm older, it's a different Lake Chelan than it was when I was a little girl. It's weird how our perception of places change as we get older. Lake Chelan itself has changed very little, sans a Starbucks and a few new hotels, but somehow it feels just a little different in a way I can't seem to put my finger on. That being said, it's no less special. I still savor the last swim, I still indulge at the Lake View burger stand, and I still insist on meandering the tiny isles of the Variety Store. Everything is just a little less epic and a little more nostalgic. Either way, Chelan is a sacred place. It will always hold my strongest affiliations with the feeling of Summer.

Monday, July 28, 2014

home grown

Food you've grown yourself tastes so dang good. At first I thought it was psychological, but then I gave it some thought. To really know where what you're eating came from is a rare thing. And if you think about it, it's kind of how it's supposed to be. 

Caprese salad is one of my very favorite foods. But the caprese salad I made last night was incomparable. It was so fresh! As I was eating it, I thought about how I once had the dirt these plants came from underneath my nails... And how I've watched bees working so hard going from blossom to blossom. And there I was not only eating the result, but it was providing real sustenance for my body. It's a kind of an amazing cycle. 

Side note: The mozzarella in my salad was not grown by me. I don't have a dairy cow, but one day I will and she will be the princess of all dairy cows. 

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

a few things

+ After a string of record-breaking heat, Seattle got hit with a rainy day. It was so refreshing and so needed. Central Washington [where my favorite lake is] has been burning wildly with fires. Here's hoping our characteristic rain helps!

+ I love stories. I love things. I love food. I love Blake Lively's Preserve

+ I'm trying this thing where I don't curl my hair, only blow-dry. One day I just kind of realized that not embracing my hair's natural wave and depending on curling iron curls is pretty silly. We'll see how long it lasts. 

+ Things best friends say: "Nice underwear line."

+ I wish the Property Brothers would do what they do for me and for free. I could swing a hammer or somethin' if needed. 

+ At the grocery store late last night, I saw a dad and his little boy with only bacon, eggs and orange juice in their basket. I concluded one of two things: They were going to have late night breakfast for dinner, or they were preparing for Mom's birthday breakfast in bed. The cutest.