If there were no clocks in the world,

Then we could live like this every single day.

You’ll sit alone forever

If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?

I’m here I’m now I’m ready

Story of the Day:

I’m working on a short video for work- I’ve been going around to different churches in the area talking with and filming different pastors. Everything was pretty normal…until today.

I go into this particular pastor’s office, mic him up, set-up,  small chit chat in between. He closes the door  “Don’t want to pick up any noise out there” he said. I tell him that was probably a good call and that-that is when the unthinkable happened… “OH!” he excitedly rushed to his desk, grabbed his cel phone then opened the door, without any explanation he left the room, walked down the hallway, set his cel phone down-came back inside his office and closed the door “I don’t want that thing to start ringing in the middle of me talking”.

I just stood there and thought to myself “Did that really just happen?”
I smiled the whole rest of the time-he probably thought I was crushin on him.

Dog sitting and constellations.

Cheerio hates sleeping alone and fortunately for her,  so do I.

Also, this is Apus:

That is all.

Weekend adventures.

I know everyone (all 4 of you) is tired of hearing about my weekend-but it was just so perfect and so lovely and I’m just not ready to stop thinking about it! But this is the last story I will share with you-promise. Then, I will try to embrace the present and who knows, maybe even the future.

On Sunday afternoon, Jessica and I (and Tucker) went kayaking for the first time. It was just the most exciting adventure.  We spent most of the day pretending to be on  the amazing race-(which we totally would have won. duh). When we got to the middle of the lake, we stopped. We looked around, we breathed in our surroundings silently…then we started screaming. Kind of like you would do if you were on the highest mountain…screaming peoples names and thoughts and phrases-you know, the usually kayaking experience I’m sure.  I don’t really ever scream so it was a pretty liberating feeling.

I think I will do that more in July. Scream, that is.

I really miss your blueberry pancakes.

bugs>boys.

We were laying on the dock again.  This time just our bodies against the wood staring at the dark sky. I have decided  its imperative that I learn at least most of the major constellations by the end of July. Come over and lay with me in August…be amazed.  Conversations on this dock can quickly shift from stars to hair to trees to water to tomorrow to forever to bugs to boys:

Me: Whats that sound?
Jessica: Cicadas. It’s their mating call. The male cicadas are calling on the females…that’s the way it should be. I wish boys were more like cicadas.

I hear the cicadas every single night-but tonight, I will listen in a new way.

Friday Night.

I did something that I’ve never done before:

About midnight on Friday night, Rachel and I drug this air mattress down to the dock because, why not?

We fell asleep under the stars while we listened to the water splash against the bank. (I know-it was a pretty romantic weekend!)
On Saturday morning we woke up with sun. I’ve never been so excited to wake up. It was the most beautiful experience-and I’m not just saying that.  There is something so refreshing about 7am. About waking up outdoors. About crossing one more thing off your before-i-die-to-do-list.  About walking outside barefoot-or finishing a really good book! Refreshing like eating fresh blueberries over the kitchen sink. There is just something so refreshing about being still.

If you can’t tell, Saturday morning, I had one of those wonderful moments that are few and far between, where I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

Thank you.

Connections.

There are some people you connect with. Instantly. As there are some you don’t. Ever. Then there are those- those  people. The people  you don’t connect with-and it makes you crazy because you know you should. So you force it because you have a mutual impulse to connect-which may, in itself, be some sort of connection. I do not know.

But I do know that we, as humans, have a deeply spiritual need to connect.  To make beautiful and dynamic connections that make us feel alive again-or possibly bring us to life for the first time. Connections that are not static, but active and mobile-connections that will not be lost.  These connections do exist.

Find them.

Film.

These are some photographs I took last fall- Thanksgiving Day I believe.
I’ve put some of these up before, but I came across them last night and they inspired me.
I realized that it’s been almost a year since I’ve shot with film.
What a mistake!

Going out to buy film-right now!