I saw There Will Be Blood for the first time a few weeks ago and was blown away by the magnificence of the film, so beautiful, stark, quiet and moving (cheesy...ah).
T sent this to me in an email yesterday, it made me day.
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Posting in words /
I feel like I need to do some internet venting... something I have shied away from for a while, mostly because I don't know everyone who reads this, or maybe because I know some of the few that do but oh well.
It is a Sunday night/Monday morning. I am sitting in Boy's basement using his laptop while he is playing some shoot-em-up game on the xbox (lame... if it's not Tetris I don't even bother with it).
I had a good Sunday, I slept past my church meetings I went to my childhood ward (church), I saw girls that are much younger than I am with there husbands and babies and for a moment felt insecure that I was there by myself when realized I am grateful to be at the stage I am in and how I am in it... that felt nice to be accepting of self (something I should do more often).
After church Max and I went to the park, I threw the orange frisbee (how do you spell frisbee? computer is giving me the red dotted line) and max retrieved it, this was repeated for about 20 minutes and went home, Max loves to frisbee, I love Max.
I cooked. I have found that I really enjoy cooking. For a long time I avoided cooking, not sure why but I did, but now I love to cook. I love chopping and the colors melt into eachother, the different smells of each ingredient, the time that is spent for something so fullfilling in the end and most of all I love to enjoy it with my friends... poor Claire has become my test- monkey on my frankenstien meals... thanks Claire.
Dinner tonight was yum, I made this awesome avocado and rice salad and chicken enchiladas. Boy and I laid on the couch with big tummies and talked to eachothers faces and maybe kissed them. I like the boy, I find him sweet and I like the way looks me in the eyes when we talk.
I really liked today.
It was had just the right amount of everything I needed.
It is a Sunday night/Monday morning. I am sitting in Boy's basement using his laptop while he is playing some shoot-em-up game on the xbox (lame... if it's not Tetris I don't even bother with it).
I had a good Sunday, I slept past my church meetings I went to my childhood ward (church), I saw girls that are much younger than I am with there husbands and babies and for a moment felt insecure that I was there by myself when realized I am grateful to be at the stage I am in and how I am in it... that felt nice to be accepting of self (something I should do more often).
After church Max and I went to the park, I threw the orange frisbee (how do you spell frisbee? computer is giving me the red dotted line) and max retrieved it, this was repeated for about 20 minutes and went home, Max loves to frisbee, I love Max.
I cooked. I have found that I really enjoy cooking. For a long time I avoided cooking, not sure why but I did, but now I love to cook. I love chopping and the colors melt into eachother, the different smells of each ingredient, the time that is spent for something so fullfilling in the end and most of all I love to enjoy it with my friends... poor Claire has become my test- monkey on my frankenstien meals... thanks Claire.
Dinner tonight was yum, I made this awesome avocado and rice salad and chicken enchiladas. Boy and I laid on the couch with big tummies and talked to eachothers faces and maybe kissed them. I like the boy, I find him sweet and I like the way looks me in the eyes when we talk.
I really liked today.
It was had just the right amount of everything I needed.
Tuesday was today /
Miss Kelly and I went to the Griffith Observatory this afternoon. I was shocked and disappointed in myself for not exploring the park a million times while I lived in LA. I thought for a long time about how silly I am for always trapping myself in bubbles. I guess I figure when I am living somewhere that there will always be tomorrow to see what there is to see. I love Kelly for promoting adventures. She is always up for exploring, museum slumming, shows, walks and most importantly seeking out the best food around with me. Thanks Kelly.
I have grown fond of photographing peoples homes lately. This is Kelly and Marc's place in Atwater Village. Blue kitchen with pink tile countertops and a drying rack.
The wall of photos and the green couches we all know so well.
I like finding the little charming bits of people and their spaces.
I like these memories /
All day D carried my old notebooks around with us and read them... we had some good laughs, especially about the entries I wrote while on Ambien. My thoughts were awesomely raw, maybe one day I will post one for all to enjoy.
Her favorite flowers in their most beautiful stage.
I caught her trying on her Grandfathers hat.
Her Grandfathers car she road in as a child.
D as me, me and max /
My best friend D is in town for the week and I thought it would be fun to do a little afternoon shoot with her and max. It's called Jess and Max. It's just about me and my dog and how each of my days starts off. So D is supposed to be me in my home, my bed, my office and kitchen... although D is much, much more glamorous than I could ever be, I am happy she was down for this. In a round about way I wanted to document my mundane mornings, how max is endearingly and annoyingly at my side at every single moment. It was a lot of fun to be able to document my home and watch someone else in it.
Trees and Chickens /
This afternoon I while sitting in the dining room eating Natalie's yummy brownies I saw the neighbors chickens take over the yard. I wanted to take some pictures so I slowly crept up to them. Most ran back to their coop to hide but some were more trusting and hung out with me for a while. I ended up walking around forever looking at all the things I have missed before. It had been raining all morning, everything was dripping with moisture and color. I found myself walking slowly, watching everything like it was something new to me, I felt like Alice in Wonderland for a moment, in a different world steps away from where I am everyday.
I feel old when I feel like this, I feel like my mom when we would go hiking years ago. She would stop and feel the grooves in each tree and tell me their names and why she likes them so much, she would be so fascinated by old Indian trails and the connection of past worlds with ours, she would keep walking to see more and I would fight to turn back so my lazy self could sit in the air conditioned car. I always thought she was such a hippy. I love her.
Through the lens these looked like hanging veins.