Friday, September 28, 2012

/// Progress

"The arts are not a way to make a livng. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."
-Kurt Vonnegut 

{images from I'm Not There}

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

/// When the Ship Comes In

At one point or another I was dumbfounded by the way I could tell you what time of year a picture was taken judging by the way the light hit the subjects and the atmosphere. However, it suddenly hit me the other day that it makes perfect sense because when a new season comes around the temperature changes and therefore the clouds take different forms and reflect different colors. 
During autumn the clouds take on a purple filter and it shows on everything. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm fascinated at the way we, as humans, so quickly embrace the oncoming seasons. We're forced to. It's in the very air you breathe. Autumn is on the sunshine warming your clothes. I love it. I love how suddenly you embrace the easing transition. Or rather how suddenly it embraces you. 

For now, all I could ever want is Bob Dylan, my Sartorialist book, Flying Lotus, and my wonderful friends on the weekend.

{photos by me}

Monday, September 17, 2012

/// Transition

"It's a feeling you have that you know something about yourself that nobody else does. The picture you have in your mind of what you are about will come true. It's kind of a thing you have to keep to yourself because it's a fragile feeling, and you put it out there and somebody will kill it. And so it's best that you keep it all inside."
-Bob Dylan

{first photo from On the Road. All other photos via Tumblr}

Friday, September 14, 2012

/// Shivers

 Sometimes I think life really couldn't get any better and that I have the best people in my life and nothing could top it. Then the weather gets cool and I feel inexpressibly free and I get the shivers at night, the shivers that shake my bones and gets me thinking. And the only thing that satisfies me is the act of creating and talking and getting my fill on coffee. I love how I can see my breath right in front of me in the cool night air, so real and tangible forming words and laughter, and how I can run around in the sunshine and the clear night wearing layers of fall goodness. 

{all photos taken by me}

Monday, September 10, 2012

/// sweet inspiration sneaks up from behind

"You don't have to write anything down to be a poet. Some work in gas stations. Some shine shoes. I don't really call myself one 'cause I don't like the word. Me, I'm a trapeze artist. Sighting it and hearing it and breathing it in, rubbing it all between the pores of my skin and the wind between my eyes, knocking honey in my comb."
-I'm Not There

Saturday, September 8, 2012

/// melting

I was melting but now I have melted back into autumn and everything good about it. The clear sky, the cool air, the time to pull out my jacket, the subconscious transition into a new season that you share with everyone and also how time with others has become a little sweeter. It feels so right. 

{all photos by me}

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

/// NEW

Feeling good as new. I've found that I'm equally happy and exhilarated staying up till the early morning hours talking with friends listening to The Smith's and The Cure as I am being in my room all lit up with 200 twinkle lights, creating and listening to Flying Lotus. 
Summer melting into autumn does feel like the start of something beautiful and I love to be living in it.