In the early mornings a cool dew now lingers in the grass, but like my vague thoughts of winter it disappears with the sun. Continue reading
Wander | New Orleans
“Don’t you just love those long afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn’t just an hour–but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands–and who knows what to do with it?”
— Tennessee Williams (A Streetcar Named Desire)
Some places are just filled with a certain…something.
Something that creeps up under your skin and lights you up from the inside out.
Like New Orleans.
the sea, the sea (between you and me)
I will sit in this house,
these rooms,
empty
and stare out at the sea filled with some sort of longing.
my head cracked open and this came out
a mixed up mix meant to be listened to on shuffle only, little audible snapshots of the days. grows and changes from time to time.
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postcard from quarantine
A new rhythm has emerged. The passing of time measured by moon phase and sunrise. Circles within circles. Continue reading
notes from the woods
Woke up before sunrise. Watched as the thin grey light of pre-dawn crept in through the window. Delicate gossamer casting strange static across the room. The woods were so quiet. There was a heavy hush that had a tangible weight to it. Continue reading
junk drawer // armchair travel volume 2
Cabilao Sunset
The ‘Junk Drawer’ is a random dose of things to read, eat, enjoy and explore
Somehow in the midst of all this, we are moving. Heading off to Hawaii to set down roots for a couple of years surrounded by the vast blue ocean. News of our move prompted me to immediately watch the film Endless Summer. Although I am a scuba diver (a hobby borne out of a love for water and beach, but the inability to sit still), I never really had the desire to try surfing…that was until I saw the film. Maybe it is the innocence that the film exudes or Continue reading
junk drawer // armchair travel volume 1
Honcun, China
The ‘Junk Drawer’ is a random dose of things to read, eat, enjoy and explore
Along with what seems like the large majority of humans, I have been doing an above average amount of ‘armchair travel’ lately. Using flavors, films, books, and even falling prey to the scroll-hole of instagram to carry me off to far-flung places. Oh yeah, and baking bread. Lots of bread. Continue reading
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