From a session that almost didn't happen, this is one of my favorite images to date. The beauty of Alaskan scenery mixed with the simple joy of a family being together. No matter how hard the job can get, being a photographer is worth it every. single. time.
I want to buy this and put it on my wall. One of my white walls, because the walls that have wood siding in living room are horrendous and were a serious lapse of judgement when chosen by the home owner. Our ceiling, on the other hand, is gorgeous. Vaulted, beamed, the whole nine yards. Too bad I can't put pictures on that.
I'm just going to pretend I'm sitting at that desk all day editing. Would it be a dream? I hate editing at the little desk in our dark living room, but it's really the only spot for it. Maybe this winter it'll seem cozy... until then I'll just keep staring at this picture.
While taking a break from editing today (okay, so I haven't really started yet...), Tuck and I went on a walk to one of our favorite spots. About a mile away from our house (and yes, I drove there if you're wondering) is a little dirt road that goes out to an overlook. You can look both ways and see out to Victorville, and then the other direction to the Fontana/Rancho Cucamonga area. Then I wasted more time by illustrating it for you. An hour and half outside of downtown LA, one hour to the beach (not close enough), and three and half hours to Las Vegas. We live on a mountain, in the middle of a desert, in Southern California. Kind of a cruel joke if you ask me, but it's burnt up dry beauty is starting to grow on me. Just in time for another winter.
It's finally Fall, and I couldn't be happier. Summers are hot in Wrightwood, especially when you don't have air conditioning and work from home. Fall is now my new favorite season, so I'm hoping it decides to stick around for awhile. Doesn't that sweater look insanely comfortable?
It was spring
and finally I heard him
among the first leaves -
then I saw him clutching the limb
in an island of shade
with his red-brown feathers
all trim and neat for the new year.
First, I stood still
and thought of nothing.
Then I began to listen.
Then I was filled with gladness -
and that's when it happened,
when I seemed to float,
to be, myself, a wing or a tree -
and I began to understand
what the bird was saying,
and the sands in the glass
for a pure white moment
while gravity sprinkled upward
like rain, rising,
and in fact
it became difficult to tell just what it was that was singing -
it was the thrush for sure, but it seemed
not a single thrush, but himself, and all his brothers,
and also the trees around them,
as well as the gliding, long-tailed clouds
in the perfectly blue sky - all, all of them
And, of course, yes, so it seemed,
so was I.
Such soft and solemn and perfect music doesn't last
for more than a few moments.
It's one of those magical places wise people
like to talk about.
One of the things they say about it, that is true
is that, once you've been there,
you're there forever.
Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is it morning?
Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then - open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away.
This little bird put me to sleep every night of my childhood in Southeast Alaska. I've always thought of getting a hermit thrush tattooed somewhere on my body, but haven't ever been able to find the right design or place. Today I came across this poem, and it made me speechless. Not only was it about my little bird, it put into words the magic I felt and still feel when I go back to the place I spent my youth. Just small moments where I'm surrounded by untouched, pure beauty and simply am. It's what made me who I am and what I constantly need to chase. I can't really describe it, but somehow Mary Oliver did.
An amazing video, showing 100 years of East London style in 100 seconds. I wanted it to last longer! So rad.
An Alex Winston Take Away Show. The live versions are so much better than her recorded music. Has there really been no questions asked about the difference in her voice? Because to me, it's a little obvious. And annoying.
I'm picking up this girl from the airport today. Excited for a weekend of relaxing, Wrightwood showing, Navitat zipping, beverage drinking, good food eating, and old time movie watching.
I joined the Pinterest party train, and am now obsessing about tattoos. Another way to procrastinate when I'm working... just what I need. It's a little out of control, see?! Need.one.soon.
I may pop in to tweet, but other than that I'll be enjoying a break from the computer!
The Conan show came out a few weeks ago with some of their actors to film a segment of them zipping on our course. It aired last night so I popped on to watch the clip online since we don't have cable. A little anti-climatic but fun nonetheless! Now to get Conan himself out here...
Thanks to Snippet and Ink for sharing. I bawled like a baby. So unbelievably beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. This happens far too often. When I was growing up I had an encounter with a humpback and it was magical. Been crushin' hard ever since.