Thursday, July 17, 2014

{A River Runs Through It}

“We catched fish, and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of solemn, drifting down the big still river, laying on our backs looking up at the stars, and we didn’t ever feel like talking loud, and it warn’t often that we laughed, only a kind of low chuckle. We had mighty good weather, as a general thing, and nothing ever happened to us at all, that night, nor the next, nor the next.” ― Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Monday, July 14, 2014


“I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories... water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.” ― Clarissa Pinkola Est├ęs, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype There are so many warm memories I have of hot, humid summer nights spent enjoying the outside with friends. Lots of ghosts in the graveyard and hide and go seek. We'd gather together to pick who is "it", then sprint away to find the perfect hiding spot. The sun would leave us and then came the fireflies. Everywhere, I remember, marveling as they let out their tiny burst of light. They seemed to consume the whole backyard. Hidden from view, it was quiet and dark. Peaceful and Beautiful. The other night I noticed them again. A hot, humid July night in the country. It was magical and I tried hard to capture them with my camera. These picture are a sad attempt to capture the moment. Perhaps, a slower shutter speed? I'm not sure but I gave up after awhile and decided to just enjoy the wonderful nightlife.

Friday, July 11, 2014


"Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable"-Mary Oliver

Sunday, July 6, 2014


"I think she always nursed a small mad hope."-Vladimir Nabokov

Friday, July 4, 2014


“For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. To someone who doesn't understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.” ― Cynthia Occelli It's coming into Zinnia time and boy this makes me happy. In keeping with my love of odd flowers, the Zinnia fits right in with the rest. And the colors of these flowers, are bright, bold....expressive. There is a coffee shop I adore in Minneapolis and part of the reason is it's location. One particular house nearby always has an abundance of Zinnia adorning the lawn. I waste my time leisurely walking, enjoying them during this season. This has been a shout out and hopefully an encouragement to notice something lovely. To Zinnias!

Wednesday, July 2, 2014


"There is nothing wrong with loving the crap out of everything. Negative people find their walls. So never apologize for you enthusiasm. Never. Ever. Never."-Ryan Adams

Monday, June 30, 2014

{Wild and Free}

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road