The Streets Are Alive I’ve pushed myself further still. I got to this street yesterday evening which seemed just a step too far, or, should I say, a street too far? I’ve come to feel that streets have personalities. They have moods. This is a neighborhood built in the 1970s; these streets are not empty sanitized shells from a common mold; they have life. Every … Continue reading Impressions While Riding My Bike 2
The clouds sit heavily under the hidden sky. The past two days have been on and off rain, sometimes a downpour, sometimes a drizzle. There have been few precious hours of dryness. It is, after all, the rainy season. Yesterday, Saturday, I missed my opportunity for a morning bike ride and I was bummed. Thankfully, there was something else to do on that dreary day … Continue reading Weekend Finds and Photography Excursion
I’m starting to believe that every hobby in the world is interesting. If I can just understand it, and the reasons behind it, I will find it interesting. I say this with such confidence because I’ve been proved wrong too often to ignore. Here is a short list of some of the activities that I used to label pointless, boring, unnecessarily time-consuming, and so on. … Continue reading Everything Is Interesting
I’ve bought myself a bike and I’m on a mission of discovery. Continue reading Impressions While Riding My Bike
So, I haven’t been to the gym in a long while. Almost 3 months a long while. Not too long ago- 5 months ago- that would’ve been unheard of. So. I feel for the first time, a little anxious about going back. I’ve put on about ten pounds since the time I’ve been absent. And I’m short, so it shows. So, my body is banging … Continue reading My Body Is Bangin’, or I’m Changed Tonight
I went to the thrift store this weekend. Oh oh. Because this place always manages to take a big slice of my paycheck, it’s a place I’ve been avoiding lately. My whole house is thrift shop modern vintage, and I don’t know if that’s an actual design style, but it’s what I’ve got. It’s what I represent. There’s a messiness to it sometimes when new items come in and things … Continue reading Thrift Store: Round One
May I consider myself a photographer at all if I have no patience for learning ISO and aperture, f-stop and shutter speed? Can a person be an artist if they don’t study art or know the best uses of their tools? Anyone who writes may call themselves a writer whether or not they are published. But photography seems different somehow. Why? Some would say … Continue reading Am I A Photographer?
So I wanna be a lady… but YouTube is making me it’s b&%#%. Did you know that you too can be beautiful? Did you know that you can create the perfect cat eye, sew in your own weave, contour your face like the stars and do your own acrylic nails at home? But wait, there’s more! You can distress your jeans and cut up your … Continue reading YouTube Hates You
I wanna be a lady… but there are so many good books in the world. There’s my dryer full of now cement-hardened wrinkled clothes. There’s the shaving of my legs that must be done. There’s the dresser I’m supposed to paint into something fresh and new. There’s my new artwork I’m supposed to upload to my Etsy store. And always, there’s my damned eyebrows… But, … Continue reading I Wanna Be a Lady… But So Many Books!
When I was but a little lady, I dreamed, as I suppose most girls do, of living in a lovely home with lots of girlie things. As teenagers my sister and I got a fresh coat of lavender purple on our bedroom walls and I swear it felt like the room glowed in a way that only fairy tale rooms do. Everything seemed to change. … Continue reading Unabashedly Feminine