That tree has 17 branches and I'll never forget it. I used to stare at it all the time. 6 years ago, I was at a school/program called Youth With A Mission (YWAM (YouthWithoutAnyMoney/YoungWomenAfterMen/Y-not?)). For those who don't know, it's a Christian organization where you go to classes for 3 months and then a mission… Continue reading 17
I started doing something new Starting with the way I wake up I open my eyes and begin my search It's different this time because I know I'll find what I'm looking for Instead of getting to the bottom it I'm getting to the beauty of it It's so much easier this way The bottom… Continue reading The Beauty of It
What kind of house do you live in? Was it crafted from wood from a far away place Do you proudly tell it's story to your guests Or was it toiled over By hands of men whose story you've never heard What kind of house do you live in? Did you choose the layout With… Continue reading Make Yourself at Home
I got to go with my mom and roommates on a road trip for my 25th birthday. Big Sur was the main destination 🙂 We drove on the magical highway of 1, read lots of poetry, and got covered in ashes from our little fire. It was great and the rest is too special for… Continue reading Lots of Poetry.
I can see right through myself. This roll of film is basically me trying to find peace before, after, and in the midst of a hard time. I don't know how I found myself taking so many pictures of waves, but it helped. Taking photos of my family helped too. & of course birds. Maybe… Continue reading Breathing Is Good
If there's one thing this trip taught me, it's what the meaning of the color green is. Green is something that's alive. It's ever-growing, waving hello, and just being. It's preparing places of peace. It's something so alive that it can be there for you or not be there for you. I've always said my… Continue reading Scotland/Ireland- Part 2
"Today we saw beauty at a new level. God made a spectacular thing out of Scotland. I feel like it's a place that looks like something that lives in my heart & I've imagined it for so long, that being in it has felt normal and homey..but it also blows my mind." -my journal, September 8th… Continue reading Scotland/Ireland- Part 1
When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego and when we escape like the squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.… Continue reading Fill My Heart, Scotland
it starts with a walk around the neighborhood. i'll be home in a minute, carrying eternity in my hands. it starts with wondering what would happen if you carried your camera everywhere with you. what if you were that person? letting your shoulder get used to the burden and letting your heart get attached. you… Continue reading I’ll be home in a minute.
I had a roll of black and white film sitting in my camera for a long time before I ever pressed the shutter. The fact that the film had been in there for so long gave me a little anxious push, so I took these photos really quick and impatiently. They are less about composure… Continue reading Less About Composure