Stepping up, Stepping In.

Oh my Goodness

Its one of those days.

I can get nothing done. I feel stuck. This is more then likely because I want to do none of the things I am supposed to do..

I think i shall start a flikr, so i can easily share all my photographs with the internet world.

I am ashamed however to admit that i have not yet done so because I don't want to have to thing of an email name. Pathetic I know.

I should just call it Tangled Byrds or something.

But speaking of photographs

Here are some of My favorites from this summer.

I've been working on taking pictures of people, not just landscapes and shadows etc. Of course lots of those too though.

I'd like to know what you think of them.

Reflections in window. They are

often very difficult to capture in a way I like, but I think I have a few now.

Maybe it's just cause I love him, but I doubt it. Jesse is so goddamned photogenic. Or maybe he's just always making shapes I like all the time.

Incredible shadows and windows at our couchsurfing friends house home in Nashville, Tn

More of the side of Emily's head...I can't seem to take enough profile pics of this girl...

See what I mean about the write colors an shapes.

Mmmmm, memory mists.

Climbing the wall

I was too afraid.

who does that make me?

My favorite wild-woman, Lale. I'd like to follow her around and catalogue the magic and energy that is created around her, she pours it out and it evaporates to rest in her hair in eyes. I love her so, though she's a terrifying piece of electricity.

Croton Falls

Incredible

O sunshine lady

In other news, Jesse and I are working on a split tape and its going well.

I am procrastinating madly on my Final project, i don't know why. Maybe I should start to keep ideas here. Or just type everything drunkenly on my typewriter. I can't seem to get out of my house. Is it fear? Laziness?

The world seems so inviting, yet this house is such a dark gloomy inside mindset. I should take pics for etsy, but I am tired, I should read but it is boring, I should type my thoughts away about my thesis but I am terrified.

I wish I had roommates and didn't live in a place where it was so easy to be still, cause that is all the occupants ever do

I've been making friends though. it is strange, i feel myself getting invested in this life here. Its been two years, I am leaving in four months, and I am getting invested now!!!!???

how utterly unsettling.

I think I may try to become a Sheepsheerer.

But who knows...that Idea will probably last as long as the other careers I have considered in the past four years.

Peace corp, Esl teacher, writer, jazz singer, librarian, performance artist to start.

Here we are the young, the restless reckless. going nowhere, with nothing to go to. What do we do know, what is there to do now. My only obligation is to pay off these stupid loans.

sorry for the bitching. i should probably do it on my typewriter.