not lost, although i long to be...

untitled : marija kovac

untitled : welcome, ghosts

j. sullens : parker fitzgerald

to keep warm : alexander vdovkin

untitled : louis fry

happy wednesday

"come here and take off your clothes"...

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happy monday

ready for this...

{ raychel sonveeco's flickr, via daniella marie }

ready for this.

crisp, hair-tousling winds and

soft, dappled light through blowing branches and

crowded-car day trips and

hikes of falling leaves and

cafe warm-ups and

slouchy sweaters over leggings and

fill-your-belly comfort food and

stockings and boots and gold and red and...

autumn.

(think we have a bit of time before we feel this in georgia)

 { samantha casolari } { street photography in paris }

{ john salisbury's flickr } { street photography in paris }

{ twig hutchinson } { idha lindhag }

{ sessun autumn 2011 } { hetterson 2011 }

happy thursday

for what i was became the now...

sharing another post today, originally published in august of last year, as i continue to reflect on three years of blogging.  


this blog holds, for me, a visual journal of an unexpected path, as i try to imagine the direction it leads...  seeing how i've grown and changed in three years time;  looking forward to the surprise of the next three.  


thanks again to all of you for becoming a part of this adventure...

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{ day 203 take me away, a higher place; by crashbangsqueak }

{ click on the links below the captures to see these lovelies on flickr, and to see more work from each inspiring photographer }

' for what i was became the now '

oh, how you lilt within the blowing air, little pod.

dances wrapped in the familiarity all around, and branches filled in tinkling harmonious sway.

as days advance, the light calls forth movement in the atmosphere.

{ long week; by little love blue }

{ der teufel in roten strumpfhosen. [explored!]; by beluga is the name the white whales go by. }

how fast you hold onto the now, little pod.

time pulling with inevitable force;  such a tenuous grasp for stability.

the frightening exhilaration of the plummet; the length this pod can see.

{ 27 july; by ells ojala }

{ and so the story goes; by carrie jade }

see the bottom dropped from this world, little pod.

terror seizes, leaving fluttered spirals to blindly reach toward solid ground.

how unfortunate, the joy of finite flight is missed.

{ my pillowed world; by lilla ane }

{ always looking up; by andréia takeuchi }

feel wind expelled from lungs, little pod.

dazed, prostrate pod can only gaze upon the distant branch of above. the home.

movement only coming by the winds will to carry the future lay of the land.

{ untitled; by alexis mire }

{ untitled; by jαγbiя∂ee }

a little pod no more,

as split wrappings of this skin disintegrate into earth.

insides laid open for the cycle to make this turn and nourish the depths.  time held dormant in ice.

{ senza fili; by lafides }

{ untitled; by solmaz g daryani }

speak the decision to continue on, little seeds.

clear of pods straddling midsummer days; pods washed away in stormy torrent.

press hands toward kindred spirits, digging into neighboring ground; comfort in companionship.

{ m8; by jesse leake }

{ untitled; by mallory }

now little roots, miraculous footing found.

oh! this new life sprouting from the depths of soul; so immersed, the little pod never felt this future.

vessel changing in a fleeting touch of almost remembrance.

{ untitled; by {e}mma }

{ awaken; by .i travel east. }

these green veiny protrusions, destined for you, little limbs.

such familiarity in this quivering dance; fragility carried by stronger arms.

the difference comes with the view, as eyes look down and up upon the life; every molecule is mine.

{ untitled; by genevievew }

warmth laid out ahead pulls this little tree.

how funny. the time and pain and depth of being that were given over to that frightening journey.

tearing open the inside to force the hand to move, i suppose.

{ untitled; by la sendi }

here i stand tall.

sweeping winds may only sway this strengthened core,

releasing the fear with each piece of my being carried into glorious new realms. 

{ silence is our deepest nature, our home, our common ground...; by misstaken }

{ untitled; by razorbern }

no longer just a piece of the one but of the everything wandering toward forever.




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happy sunday

oh my...

well, i am just so giddy with joy right now... and so happy that i'm finally able to share the good news!  a  huge thank you to etsy for selecting me as the featured seller this weekend

and, finally, a legitimate excuse for the scant blog posting these last several weeks... my aching fingers can attest to the fact that my time has been consumed with much stitching

i did have a bit of a laugh this morning when i remembered mentioning, in this post last february, the impossibility of my ever being able to complete the task of picking 'favorites' for an etsy featured seller interview... and, while i obviously overcame this daunting challenge, i will admit that this part of the interview took an embarrassingly long time to tackle

so, more flickr lovelies, poetry, beautiful music, and drool worthy design finds will soon be shared more frequently on the blog once again, in a few weeks time ;)  

happy friday

the true beloveds...

{ #97, by shinya* }

{ click on the links below the captures to see these lovelies on flickr, and to see more work from each inspiring photographer }

"the true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes

lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape,

remembered conversations, friends, a child's sunday,

lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons,

memory,

yes, it being the earth and water of existence, 

memory."

~  truman capote

{ the house that john built, by suz or sooze }

{ untitled, by p e a c h. }

{ between two lungs, by star of the seaa }

{ gingham dress, by elsiemarley }

{ morning mood, by igor essling }

{ untitled,  by bunny jenny }

{ untitled, by peach, plum, pear. }

happy monday