A scoop of strawberry and a scoop of cookies 'n' cream.
A small cute town.
My polaroid and making my mother and father move many times so i could try to get a good shot.
Clearly these are not good, the first one i took washed out.
The second one i took - on the left I covered the flash with my hand.
My dads watch, an old window that i recognize every summer, and an antique store flyer.
Started reading a fantastic book and it has such a beautiful way and inspiration of words.
I was at the studio today for six hours.
As i drove right into my dreiveway after coming home, a huge bolt of lightning and some insane thunder, the simple loves of summer and summer is here now but will leave suddenly, i feel as if.
The fields i saw while in the back seat of my parents car driving to this quiet town - i was so ecstatic from the beauty of low clouds of fog blurring out the background making the Earth around me seem to have more depth and dimention and i just felt myself bursting with energy of need to take self portraits there someday and some how and i thought about when i do, i wonder how my life will be then because it will be quite a while i think before going to find those locations and i will have to remind myself to go back after a thunderstorn when the feilds are foggy and breathtaking.
the sound of rain against my window will sing me to sleep.
100 days left of my 365
-ahem- i mean 366 : stupid leap year :(