Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
There's a secret garden. Full of lies and deceit and love and sadness. You may find your deepest desires or your deepest fears. But it's mouth remains closed. All that can be heard is the soft lullaby of a stream.
There's quite a bit of photos in this post, but I couldn't help myself. The weather this weekend was simply gorgeous and the lighting was just perfect. We went strolling through Olbrich Gardens, which consists of several smaller gardens. My favorite would have to be the Rose Garden because the roses are just lovely when they're in bloom.
Friday, October 7, 2011
I can't believe autumn is here and almost gone. Where did all those summer days go? They come and go like the life of a dandelion. The golden flower turns into a white cloud and the seeds disperse with a breath of wind. Just like summer, where the leaves suddenly change color. The wind suddenly a little cooler. The air not as sweet. All that remains are soft and light hazy dreams filled with endless laughter and warmth.
Monday, September 19, 2011
I just recently upgraded my internet so I'm terribly sorry about not updating this blog in so long. I just had basic internet before which I was too impatient to wait and upload photos and such so I have just been putting it off until now.
I'm not too fond of the color in this set of photos, but it was one of those overcast days with clouds most of the time and then a snippet of sun. But I have to say that I love this dress! It totally reminds me of an Edwardian dress, minus the high collar, long sleeves, and puff sleeves (on some styles). It's a perfect summer dress to frolick in the fields with.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
It's only about two and half more weeks until we will be moving into our new apartment. A bittersweet taste is left behind. I am going to miss the walks along the lake and running along the trails in the forest when the sun is about to set and the heat settles like layers of dust. But most of all, I am going to miss this place of which we have called home for two years. Home is not simply a place, but one where boundless memories are created and where happiness, love, and sadness lingers. Change is inevitable for things must transform for the future to come. But a home can be anywhere, in a bustling city or in a cottage by the sea or a cabin in the forest, because a home is more than a place.
Monday, July 11, 2011
We took these pictures really late evening so I thought they would be too dark, but the light turned out to be amazing! I really need to invest in a tripod and remote soon so I can have some pictures of me and the boy. My little brother came to visit us for a week so we were lucky to get these shots from him. And I don't know if you can tell, but I definitely have a farmer's tan. My arms and calves are darker than my face (due to wearing long skirts and hats).
I hope you all are enjoying summer and the beautiful weather!
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
- This is a descriptive piece I wrote for my speech class. I've been meaning to shoot a short video with it but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy it.
Trickles of salty sweat slivers down the nape of my neck as I stand on the edge of the pier looking at the picturesque pristine lake in front of me. The sapphire water glistens under the sweltering summer sun. With each slight puff of the scorching July breeze, the shimmering light would coquettishly frolic from one speck of water to another, dancing until the lake scintillated and shimmered like a thousand raw jagged diamonds.
I take a deep breath and the pungent aroma of prickly pine trees, so heady and succulent, engulfs my senses. The biting scent tickles my nostrils while the dry air parches moisture from my lungs.
Thin sharp needles of heat soon greet me, piercing through my thin cotton sundress. To cool off, I dip my feet into the lake and feel tepid tresses of velvety liquid caress around my toes. A small sigh of contentment escapes my lips as my feet playfully swirl with the water. Swoosh, swish, swoosh. My feet flicks up and the water ripples like a beating drum. Fast thumps that soon hushes.
The scorching sun was relentless in her rage and I soon gave in. Taking off my dress, I plunge into the gleaming lapis waters. Darkness echoes around me like a bittersweet symphony as I let myself sink, deeper and deeper into the endless dark abyss. My lungs start to burn, my heart starts to pound, my ears start to ring. I pull my arms up. My feet pedal upwards, faster and faster. Harder and harder. Gasp! I push to the surface and take a big gulp of air. The sharp scent of the pine trees meet me once again.
As the roaring fire in my lungs calmed and the throbbing of my heart dulled, I float on my back and close my eyes, listening to the soft soothing lullaby of the waves dancing against me.
Monday, June 27, 2011
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear;
And whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet )
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
And it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
And whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
- E.E. Cummings
Monday, June 20, 2011
I finally checked out some reading books I've been meaning to read: The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath), East of Eden & Grapes of Wrath (John Steinbeck), and Dreams From My Father (Obama). I'm starting with The Bell Jar and I think I'm going to use many quotes from there. It seems like such a haunting and eloquent read so far, which tend to be my favorite reads.
I hope you all had a fabulous weekend!