Thursday, June 13, 2013

t h e s e a

The sea is a magical beast that I am drawn to on occasion, to regain my bearings, clear my head, then fill it up again with the smell of salty wind and hints of adventure. The ocean reminds me of everything. It reminds me of things I imagined, wrote down and forgot years ago; it draws out deep things from the core of me. Thank you sweet sea. 

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

s i m o n e

A lovely afternoon with the loveliest of friends. She is a true beauty in every way. We like to get coffee and talk about everything and nothing. What a lady. I love her for many reasons. Her sense of humour, her ability to build tee pee's, her stunning good looks, her crazy ways. x

Sunday, March 31, 2013

h e l l o

Sometimes I am so overwhelmed by life and the only thing that gives me joy is taking photo's. How lovely to have that. I get sad about where I've been and where I am now, and start thinking an awful lot about it, wishing that I had seen more or done more and become more. Become a better version of myself.

I read a quote today that I cant stop revisiting.

Throw out all maps. Rip them from your books. Rip them from your heart. Or they will break it. I guarantee. Toss all globes from the roof until you have plastic pieces. Burn any atlas. You can’t understand them anyway. They are offensive, like fairy tales from another tribe. The lines make no sense and no longer make mountains. You have come to the land where no one looks back. Remember, don’t look back. Don’t look out the window. Don’t dare turn your head. You could grow dizzy. You could fall down. Throw out all your maps. Burn them.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

I have been waiting to develop a certain roll of film for so long, and when I finally had the chance today, the roll was blank. All those pictures gone! It makes me overwhelmed with sadness. I get very emotional about losing photo's, but no one can take my memories so that's the up side.

Since today's roll didn't turn out, here are so older film snaps from a few months ago.

Monday, January 21, 2013

You have the Lovers

This is Leonard Cohen reading aloud my favourite poem of his.
I found his book of poems, The Spice-Box of Earth in a little vintage shop in Portland, and would carry it around with me in my purse to read on occasion, on the bus, at cafes, and I always came back to this poem. I would read it relentlessly; as though someone was trying to tell me something.

Close your eyes while you listen. 

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Friday, January 11, 2013

The city is loveliest when the sweet death racket begins. Her own life lived in defiance of nature, her electricity, her frigidaires, her soundproof walls, the glint of lacquered nails, the plumes that wave across the corrugated sky. Here in the coffin depths grow the everlasting flowers sent by telegraph. 

Henry Miller