Wednesday, December 19, 2012
here's to the slow days
at last, at last another semester done, with three weeks of beautiful, slow days ahead of me. prayers for it to be a time of thinking, reflecting, talking, laughing, eating, & rejoicing. a very merry christmas to all.
Friday, December 14, 2012
vintage - old objects in new spaces
These are just a couple of the [photographic] results.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
home [kind of]
Each time I come home, it has lost a little bit of itself.
Things are less familiar, less comforting,
though people are still the same
and I guess that's all that matters.
Things are less familiar, less comforting,
though people are still the same
and I guess that's all that matters.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
some autumn things
Still waiting on developing a roll of film I've had going since August, so I don't have much in the way of fall photographs... but I think autumn deserves just about as much recognition as we can give it for all its beauty. Praise God for such beautiful days, and for the way He holds us close through them all.
Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.
Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,
and on the meadows let the wind go free.
Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.
Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,
and on the meadows let the wind go free.
Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine;
grant them a few more warm transparent days,
urge them on to fulfillment then, and press
the final sweetness into the heavy wine.
grant them a few more warm transparent days,
urge them on to fulfillment then, and press
the final sweetness into the heavy wine.
Whoever has no house now, will never have one.
Whoever is alone will stay alone,
will sit, read, write long letters through the evening,
and wander along the boulevards, up and down,
restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.
-Rilke
Whoever is alone will stay alone,
will sit, read, write long letters through the evening,
and wander along the boulevards, up and down,
restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
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