"live in each season as it passes;
breathe the air,
drink the drink,
taste the fruit,
and resign yourself to the influence of the earth."
-henry david thoreau
a reminder i'm in need of daily.
how could i be so foolish to let something as silly as the weather make me any less grateful of every damn day i'm given.
wake up stacy!
i think i've always had it.
baby fever.
i've never been in any rush, and i'm still not, but i've never doubted that one day i'll have a baby.
not once. i've just always known.
and if for some reason i can't, i'll surround myself with baby animals because they're just as good.
i just love babies.
god, am i already turning into my grandmother?
this little itsy bitsy has my heart.
what a way to ring in the new year, surrounded by all these goofy faces. people who think farm animals are all the same have obviously never spent any time around them. when people ask me what I want to do with my photography degree, my answer is this:
Over the past month or so I have had the pleasure of photographing some beautiful nature inspired jewelry made by a wonderful new friend, Jazimina. It was such a fun process setting up little scenes to include her whimsical pieces into. Check out her etsy site to see some of the photographs and while you're there, grab some last minute Christmas gifts! They're perfect for any nature lover, myself included..hint hint.
trying to make as much as i can for the upcoming holiday craft fair circuit. scout has been a GREAT helper with the feathers.
Today I came to the realization that I have written in a journal nearly everyday for the past ten years.
whoa.
It feels crazy to even say that. Nearly half my life documented in old notebooks, my handwriting changing just as often as my choice of pen. My journals are a part of me, a place I've spilled all my thoughts day after day.
Confession: This summer I've hardly touched my journal, and I've felt so incredibly guilty about it.
but why?
Nobody is telling me to write. I'm not letting anybody down by not writing. I've been putting all this pressure on myself to write even when I have nothing to say.
why?
Journaling should be relaxing, a safe place to express whatever it is I'm thinking or feeling. I think I lost that a little. I got so hung up on recording every detail of every day that I started to miss the bigger picture. Obsessing over details is definitely how my brain works, but my journal became an object of added stress, another thing on my 'To Do' list, rather than a place to let my mind wring itself clean.
So I'm changing.
Maybe a new format is what I need at this stage of my journaling. Taking photos is a constant for me, and I always felt that my journals were missing that aspect of my life. My words can only remember so much. I'll be traveling quite a bit this winter, and would love to use this platform to share with my family and friends the things I find, the things I feel, the photos I take. My hope is that I'll use this more regularly than I have in past (but still with no pressure or added stress).
So, cheers to change. Cheers to new adventures. Cheers to continued journaling.
Using my own eyes to see you.
I didn't think of it until I moved away. Your clear face just inches from mine.
That made all the difference.
I saw you.
Actually saw you.
I don't get to see many things with my own eyes. Glasses, contacts, all just another lens to look through.
But your eyes, blinking at me as the sun warmed our bodies, never looked so clear. And my eyes, grasping for you like a baby robin reaching for food, never felt so full.
| stay open |
I watched the shadows dance over your face in a way I had never seen before. Tiny geometric patterns changing every time I blinked my eyes.
"Make them dance." I thought to myself.
You turned your head as if you'd heard.
They stretched themselves down your neck, curving slightly over your collarbone. And then they were gone, even faster than they had appeared.
