telle est la mémoire
which can’t exist #nofilter
a biased landscape.
telle est la mémoire
which can’t exist #nofilter
a biased landscape.
1) Take a Trip
2) Go with a Friend
3) Bring Snacks
4) Know Your Limits
5) Keep it Clean
This series was posted on Glass and 52 Frames relatively recently. Both of these platforms I’ll gush about some other day, but hopefully you don’t mind seeing the images again, if that’s our connection. One of my goals is to focus more efforts in this space, which means overlap. BUT, my hope is to time it so the imagery is fresh.
Sometimes an image captures a feeling so much better than anything I could write. Today is one of those times. All the best this week, friends!
The birth of Eve: cosmic and grounded at the same time.
Light stretching gently into the beautiful dark.
Less jarring, more complex.
Roots, woven in strength and purpose outside of simple dominion.
A recognition of belonging within nature, a part, not apart.
It’s something we women have held in our hearts,
since the beginning.
Dedicated to my Aunt Barb, a force of nature, a generous and tenacious spirit.
Despite reactionary rage, fully-coated anger,
a full inflicted fit of self importance, willingness to reck and ruin,
destruction for the promise of successful conquest,
Softness plays the long game.
Long after the most bitter of battles,
sometimes Softness wins.
Hopes on humanity, nature, and our place in this world we continue to influence.
Morning came on. A symphony.
Nothing, then notions, the faintest hint of sound,
and before we realized it,
a song forte
played for all who were awake to hear and see.
A quick perspective shift,
weight and weightless in meer seconds.
The lightest ease of that transition is lovely, no?
We did, in fact, spring forward over the weekend, so a quartet of roads for your Monday.
The sharpness that comes with a soft sunrise.
Another day of decision, perspective, consequence.
Returning to some sense of blogging after a very long hiatus.
Go Boldly.
Go Together.
Tulip
Wretched & Joyful
The reason why we are marching all over the world is we were like George, we couldn’t breathe, not because there was something wrong with our lungs, but that you wouldn’t take your knee off our neck.
-Rev. Al Sharpton
Stir Crazy.
The feeling after getting home from a 2 hour grocery haul to keep us from getting out during a pandemic.
Gate to Eternity
Mortal with Potential
Hope to feel good about doing this again soon <3
Blooming, Just the Same
That Hopeful Feeling
when Eden was Lost
~Hozier