Wednesday, July 20, 2011

A Bittersweet Taste



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

Sprinkles of fairy dust in a summer's glow









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

Sultry Evenings









- 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.