home. home. the repetition does nothing for me. the furniture, framed pictures, scattered belongings surrounding me now, are familiar. they've been my still, well-behaved companions for years. but this is not my home. i prefer the pillow stitch definition of home: "home is where the heart is." whether it be a house by the beach, or a certain little city whose charm made me feel like i belonged there...my heart now resides in both. and the latter is a place where i will return. because homes are meant not only for dwelling, but returning.
6.03.2009
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noah for the day
4.25.2009
amazing amazing amazing
this one really was my favorite. the injustice of these works is almost painful. they are so incredible. truly, incredible.
geez, i feel so russian here. tho theriouth!
geez, i feel so russian here. tho theriouth!
blurred just like the lillies.
a nice american women offered to take a picture of sarah and i. she thought she was doing us a favor. we didn't want one, yet i thanked her and obliged. waiting for people to get out of the way, messing up the lens, making sure it wasn't on flash, waiting for people to get out of the way again, people staring at the obnoxious tourists we were being... not a fan. in anycase, it was a nice gesture, and i laughed at sarah's embarrassed polite english self.
a nice american women offered to take a picture of sarah and i. she thought she was doing us a favor. we didn't want one, yet i thanked her and obliged. waiting for people to get out of the way, messing up the lens, making sure it wasn't on flash, waiting for people to get out of the way again, people staring at the obnoxious tourists we were being... not a fan. in anycase, it was a nice gesture, and i laughed at sarah's embarrassed polite english self.
this picture would have been perfect! look at those two sets of lovers conoodeling by the pond. so lovely. and then there's that eyesore of a figure. a tourist. :)
4.23.2009
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