“And the girl whose name I didn’t know sat quietly there, occasionally sipping her orange juice, owning herself completely.” – Graham Greene, The Quiet American I’m not sure the quote exactly fits, but I’ve always loved it. It’s pretty much the only piece of the novel I remember. I read that line and thought “Yes, … [Read more…]
Have not been inspired to take photos for ages, but this morning in my old mirror with the morning light coming through and my green plants shining, I caught a spark.
I’ve been making an effort lately to be kinder to my belly. Trying to frame it in my mind as a friend, a source of power, as a part of me that is worthy of love and affection- from me, and from others. I’d say we’re on friendly small talk about the weather terms at … [Read more…]
A new photo from the door, taken last week.
I’ve caught a miserable cold (a-fucking-gain) and gotten behind on my February and Photo Fest posts. So trying to catch up here. Another outtake from my Getaway cabin.
Absolutely adore all the glass doorknobs in my house.
New photos! Playing around with an old door that I dug out of my attic crawl space during the pandemic because I thought I could turn it into a desk but it was much larger than I thought and now it’s just sort of leaning against my wall as decor. I like the wood grain.
