move.

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i took this from jeremy barry randall

"Markets will rise and fall," he said. "But this is the United States of America. 
No matter what some agency may say, we've always been and always will be a triple-A country."-President Barack Obama

Doubt it.

gypsies.

This photo is from India when we spent a day in a day care center for gypsy kids.  They are two brothers and the one on the right is named 'Santosh', which means 'joy!'  Gypsies are a rejected people group all over and in India, they live on the side of the road and kill animals for food.  When the kids start walking, they're left on their own while the parents go to the markets for the day to sell things.  This center ran a school for the little kids who are left wandering while their parents work.  I don't often get sentimental when I meet kids in other parts of the world, but the boy on the right was a really memorable little person, and this is one of my favorite photos.

Ride Free

Element coffee house, Camarillo.

Ive just returned from a vacation that done more for my soul than the last 6 months has. 

montana. mountains

we hiked glacier national park and it was beautiful.

what to do when you get a flat tire on that road trip

 

you make a headpiece out of flowers and start to take pictures, of course. 

things you take on a road trip

• journal
• cameras (holga and digital)
• film
• sunglasses
• book
• phone
• waterbottle

yo

We travel, but sometimes there is no place like home.

raaaaaa

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i want to be empty. but i don't want to be hollow.

thats a lot of sky

 

bar beach parking lot, saturday morning

purity and danger. is a book about food practices.

Blue Bottles

Camembert, Cranberry, Orange & Wine.

Work

Class.

whoah friendship

Eros will have naked bodies; Friendship naked personalities.

                                                                                    -C.S. Lewis

I took this picture from an etsy site because I wanted to paint it.  So somewhere on Etsy it might still be for sale.

the endless fields of Idaho

christina's birthday

We went to King Edward Park, ate really good food, and played bocce ball in the sun. It was a good day.  

rm 42

 

 

room 42 of the house I live in

There are no mere mortals

photo taken by a lovely swedish girl named Josefine. 

'There are no ordinary people.  You have never talked to a mere mortal.  Nations, cultures, arts, civilations-these are mortal, and their life is to as ours the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we work with, joke with, marry, snub, and exploit-immortal horrors or everlasting splendours.'

-C.S. Lewis

community

neighborhood outside of Sao Paulo and one of my favorite photos.

dont rush.

 

When I think about having another 40 to 60 years more of life. It blows my mind.

Freaking out about the fact that I am 23 and only in my first semester of university(college) was something I guess kinda concerned me. In a conversation with my dad today,  I was just so taken, that although life is short.. its not short enough to even imagine the accomplishments I may have when my life ends.

I love the photo above it was taken a stormy evening in Alaska. (this photo has caused me to accumulate a lot of photos of intersections, weird I know). But love using that whole journey and direction ideal invoked by intersection, what way to go, where does it lead… if you don’t hit intersection, you aren’t traveling anywhere. I am so excited to continue to hit these moments. It’s a success even at the end when we don’t hit anywhere in particular.. lifes to be explored.. we’ll pass through and experience mant towns, build monuments and create new paths for other travelers to follow. Keep going…

“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.”

Henry David Thoreau

We have the time.

summer wind down

I'm over in Australia but I'm thinking about the states a lot right now and the wind down of summer.  This photo was taken at Lake Placid (though it's not the Lake Placid) after we were done climbing some mountains in the Adirondacks.  The northern hemisphere is heading into fall, one of the prettiest times of the year, and we down here are getting ready for summer.

maybe it's not so bad

This is the third Florida post I've done, but I took this photo with the intention of putting it on here. It will be the last one.  This was on a Friday night before a storm at a beach known for it's seashelling.  I don't know about you, but I can sometimes have a pesimistic view of the world, thinking (though I don't think actually believing) that humanity as a whole isn't that great.  I was surprised to see all these people out on a Friday night..........seashelling.  And it warmed my heart.

art on the street

I love street art, but at the same time, I love work that draws attention to us as women maintaining our innocence. I love to paint things that are beautiful and still a little controversial in the way they are made. Street art is still not seen as a fine art form. However, something I love about it is, it's available to the masses. It is not created to be seen by the selected few who walk into a gallery. It is made to be understood and I, therefore see it as an important medium of conversation and of social justice.

and the sun set.

Banago Beach Resort in Sulangan, Guiuan, Eastern Samar, Philippines.

something constant

we all want something that will last. that's why "a diamond is forever" and Ford is "like a rock" and a Nalgene has a lifetime guarantee

most of us spend a lot of time trying to find or create something permanent. something that just won't change, won't leave. maybe a relationship, or a job, or a look, or a feeling, or a lifestyle, or even an ever-possible "way out". if all the world crumbles, at the end of the day we want to say, "at least i've still got _______". 

because something inside of us instinctively yearns for a constant, a plumb line.

but a diamond is only forever if you always wear the ring. and ford is like a rock until you crash into a tree. and it's a good thing there was a guarantee because that nalgene is in a dozen pieces on the asphalt.

sometimes all the things we hoped would never change...change. like on the way from point A to point B, point B disappears altogether, and the path you followed blends in with everything around it. and you're left with just you. standing there. uncertain of where to go now, and how to get there.

i need something i can count on more than a diamond and more than a ford and more than a nalgene. i need something under my feet that i know will always hold me, and a covenant that does more than slip on to my finger. 

i need something more solid than the earth itself. 

i need something etched in my skin and burned on my heart. 

i need something that won't leave me even if i run from it.

and i found it.

Belonging

Here is a little about me.

I am a adopted

I got a family.

I lost a family

I got another family

That family broke down

I was making another family

And it washed out to sea.

I was adopted again

That family remains

Miles away.

I’m apart of a community

Im leaving that community

Im still apart of that community

But I am in turn am going to belong to another place.

There are people everywhere.

To what degree do I belong…

It shakes the soul its shakes the heart.

But of all this I know is that we are meant to belong.

Feelings sometimes make us feel unworthy to be apart of something

Sometimes feelings make us shun the arms that reach out

Sometimes we cant bring ourselves to give our hearts away.

But the truth is… we are meant to belong.

We are worthy.

The people who reach out truly want us to be apart of them

And our hearts are too heavy to hold and giving apart away would make the load a lot lighter.

I sat in a setting tonight with people some to whom I believe I belong and to some I do not. It was a a warm place. And  I watched the legs walk by the window outside and hoped they too knew to whom they belonged.

It made me thankful. It put my heart in my throat, drew a tear from my eye. I sat by myself on the couch and felt that I would never be alone again.

I know to whom I belong, I know the places where I can go to call home. 

Brother and Pop. (Grandpa) 2 to whom I belong