Wednesday, July 30, 2014

photos from prague

Prague was an incredibly beautiful place

red-tiled roofs aflame in sunset

the silence of not knowing the language 

I have found so much of the country

and of myself

but far from all of either. 

Friday, July 18, 2014

packing for prague

In just a few days, I will be sailing far over the Atlantic with the final destination of Prague and some of the surrounding area. It hasn't quite set in in more than an abstract and lingering little way in the back of my head. I will probably not realize just what is happening to me until halfway through a York peppermint patty in the airport. In a recent letter to a friend, I described my emotions as this venn diagram: 

However, I suspect both excited and nervous are a bit of an understatement. We will see how things feel at the end of this trip, well out of that little grey area in the middle of the venn diagram. 

here are just a few of the things I will be taking along with me (pictured above):
left column, top to bottom: passport, floral pants and crop top from Urban Outfitters
middle column, top to bottom: thrifted sunglasses, ye olde trusty film Fujica camera (hand-me-down), Bluets by Maggie Nelson, My Father's Tears by John Updike
right column, top to bottom: diary and sketchbook, a little flower, Karma solid perfume from Lush, Neutrogena Revitalizing Lip Balm, bobby pins, blank notebook

left to right: The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera, Lonely Planet Guide to Eastern Europe
Finally, these two books have been really helping me get into a "Prague State of Mind"-- one for atmosphere, one for facts. You can probably guess which is which, haha. 

a song that has been ion repeat for a few days now: 

Monday, July 14, 2014


I was accidentally color-coordinated the other day… funny how those things happen sometimes.
(orange specimens of the day)

an orange doodle
print on a dress from Urban Outfitters

image source

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

today is // a wonderful day for nothing

today was such a simple day, a gentle and easy kind of nothingness.
we got pancakes from a local diner and I curled up and worked on some watercolors while watching "Her." We bought figs from a stand by the side of a road next to the graveyard. they ripened too quickly and tasted like summer.

I am often reminded of this quote from my beaten up copy of the The Great Gatsby, the best of contemplative summer novels. It's kind of like a celebrity gossip magazine meets poetry.

Friday, July 4, 2014

RIP hiking boots

RIP these gems.
carried down two generations, two pairs of laces,
only to meet their doom at the hands of a formerly trusted friend, the creek
with its heavy boulders slicing gold-toned water

I felt like they needed to be memorialized in some small way. I don't know about you guys but I always end up rather emotionally attached to my shoes, more so than another clothing item that I own. Is there something symbolically resonant in the way that they carry us? Probably not. Who knows.