january weekends.
Once upon a time I used to carry my camera along with me wherever I went. With the addition of the smart phone to my life, that tradition was suddenly no more.
I miss it. For the sake of creativity, for the sake of doing, for the sake of inspiration, for the sake of self-discipline.
Some glimpses into my weekend:
// I swear, the way the small amount of sunlight coming in my bedroom window hits the folds and curves and creases in the sheets on my bed... //
// Fresh snow on the neighbor's roof //
// This bedroom feels so much like my own now //
// Martha and Elton, masters of mischief //
// We always joke the the bathroom is our favorite room in the house, but.....it actually is //
// Third-floor windows are just so much happier than first-floor windows //
// Saturday afternoon thrift store treasures //
// I've begun writing this phrase from my favorite poem everywhere, and can't really stop //
// A quick trip home for a Sunday means lots of puppy love and visiting my favorite woods again //
// The light coming down the basement steps, the dogs waiting expectantly... //
// In the winter, you will never find Blanche far from the wood stove //
// Have you read this? It's entirely disturbing, but I can't put it down... //
// After a beautiful morning turned into a dreary gray afternoon, the sky cleared again just enough for the most beautiful January pink //
I miss it. For the sake of creativity, for the sake of doing, for the sake of inspiration, for the sake of self-discipline.
Some glimpses into my weekend:
// I swear, the way the small amount of sunlight coming in my bedroom window hits the folds and curves and creases in the sheets on my bed... //
// Fresh snow on the neighbor's roof //
// This bedroom feels so much like my own now //
// Martha and Elton, masters of mischief //
// We always joke the the bathroom is our favorite room in the house, but.....it actually is //
// Third-floor windows are just so much happier than first-floor windows //
// Saturday afternoon thrift store treasures //
// I've begun writing this phrase from my favorite poem everywhere, and can't really stop //
// A quick trip home for a Sunday means lots of puppy love and visiting my favorite woods again //
// The light coming down the basement steps, the dogs waiting expectantly... //
// In the winter, you will never find Blanche far from the wood stove //
// Have you read this? It's entirely disturbing, but I can't put it down... //
// After a beautiful morning turned into a dreary gray afternoon, the sky cleared again just enough for the most beautiful January pink //
