/  by Jessica Peterson


This is getting ridiculous. It is 3:30 am and I can't sleep, my fault though. I knew I had a few things to do tonight so I drank some caffeine at midnight thinking it will give me a little kick, but I am wired...

Everyone is asleep.

I keep looking up photo websites and listening to the same songs over and over again. Andrew Bird's Armchair and a Portishead song without a title recorded in my itunes. Getting nervous because I have to wake up in 4 hours, I shouldn't be too nervous though because this week I learned that I'm not really sleeping when I am asleep, true story maybe.

So, I guess I should at least try to get some sleep and stop taking nonsense photos with my iphone.

I like when my days are like the day I had today. /  by Jessica Peterson

I am not sure why but I adore days like today. It has been completely overcast, everything is white including the the snow charged air. It feels as if I am inside a snow globe which makes me feel bizarrely safe, soft.

I wish I could have taken better pictures tonight but this is all I got.




This is in front of my house. I like how empty it feels, even now I feel as if I am the only one awake on the planet.


Cataloging... again. /  by Jessica Peterson

The other day I was at the library looking at art and photo books and I ran across the cutest book called Dirty Wow Wow, it is a book with images of peoples childhood blankets and dolls along with a brief explanation of why that object was so important to the person or a specific adventure they had together. I was inspired to do the same and take a photo of my blanket, unfortunately it is MIA, I am thinking someone must have mistaken it for a cobweb and thrown away it away (I'm not joking, it's as frail and thin as a spiders web from me pulling all the fuzz off of it). But.... while looking for the blanket I found treasures that have been tucked away for safe keeping and then decided to do number two of The Things That Mean Things, a post I did a few months ago.

I am happy I did it.


My mom's camera, it's been broken for a while.


My Grandpa was a cowboy, this was once his. It used to sit on my mother's drawers, I remember staring at it all the time as a kid and imagining it was real and mine, I think I broke its leg off.


This was my Uncle Johnnie's



Grandmother's purse



Great Grandmother's clutch


Mine, not sure where it came from or who made it.



My mom's childhood mit.


This is too cute, my brother Jimmy wrote this for my Grandpa over 24 years ago.


with a picture of space.
I love space.

I really enjoyed doing this.
You should do it too. If you do, let me know, I would love to see them.

just writing. /  by Jessica Peterson


List time! off the top of my head..

favorite words:
-Butthead
-Cream
-Cigar box
-Rad

Favorite Foods:
-Pizza (the good kind, not the 5 dollar poop in a box)
-Bulgogi
this is a silly, I like food so much, I like it all

Moments I wouldn't mind reliving:
-Walking the city by myself at 5am while listening to Jose Gonzales and wrapping my sweater tightly around me to protect me from the rain
-Listening to Oliver make up stories before bedtime, I was a Ghost and he was a little monster and we would end up at parties and ride spaceships, so cool
-The time I got 3rd place after feeling like a complete failure
-Driving home from LA with Lou, we fantasized about being cowgirls who inhabited the small ghost towns we passed
-On my dads boats and at least 25 dolphins came to swim with the boat, they were incredible

Favorite songs at this moment:
-Cello song by The Books with Jose G
-Everything by Bon Iver and Beirut

What I wish didn't happen:
-I wouldn't wake up feeling tired every morning even though I get plenty of sleep
-Music being tainted and ruined by the association of good times gone bad (make sense?)
-The winkles in my face getting deeper
-The sun ditching out on me at 4:45 these days (no good)

Okay, I am done.


This morning /  by Jessica Peterson

Most mornings Max sits by my feet while I get ready.
This morning I photographed him waiting for me.
Why is it that the biggest pain in my butt is my favorite pain in my butt.
I enjoy his company.





Home /  by Jessica Peterson


I Flew home last night. I am tired from the weekend and from being afflicted with a cold.
I miss everyone already.

This is how I feel. Wish I could be sleeping right now.


The day before Thanksgiving day /  by Jessica Peterson


Yesterday was busy, I photographed the entire day but unfortunately I can't post the images. But I have all of these to share!!! I downloaded my new favorite app on my iphone, shake it. So great, it takes imitation polaroid pictures on your phone, great for me because I get insta-cool photos without spending hundreds of dollars... Sorry Polaroid, I just can justify 3 dollars a shot, but if you bring the prices back down to normal I promise to delete the iphone app...(maybe).

So, I am in San Juan Capistrano for the holiday.
I'm under the weather at the moment but hopefully my body is playing a trick on me and I wake tomorrow healthy and happy.

What I did today:


bathroom tile...

some feet, maybe mine

the pool, its warm like a bathtub

drive to the beach

windows are down

best moment of the day

or maybe this was

my knees and the sun

water and salt

foam

the first time I have ever viewed seaweed as beautiful

evening games with the brothers

the monopoly game, I lost.




CA /  by Jessica Peterson


I flew to Southern California this morning for some photo shoots and to spend Thanksgiving with the family. Good times.
I'll be posting pictures soon.

Lots of 'em.



A Post /  by Jessica Peterson

My brother Travis calls me yesterday morning and says to me, "what you don't take pictures anymore?"

This question bothered me because it's true, I don't.

I feel dry.




I sat on the ground near the window (after taking a picture of the drawing from the post below) to just sit for a minute and Max thinks it's time to play so he throws his body into my lap

...snap!

there you go Travis, I took a photo!


Adventures with Max /  by Jessica Peterson

The search for snow.

Max was looking really depressed today so I thought I would give him a little adventure and find us some snow to play in.



The valley was dry, cold and sunny so we had to venture high into the mountains to find the snow. I have always wanted to take pictures of max while in the car, I laugh every time I see his wide open flapping eyelids and wing-like ears floating about in the wind.


We found snow
and
a river.


Happy wet dog. Not so happy me (only because he rides in my car)




Words /  by Jessica Peterson

Once upon a time I wrote religiously in my journals. The past few years I have stopped, not really sure why, maybe just done trying to figure things out through words. Well, for some reason I grabbed an old journal thinking it was a newer sketchbook and sat down to doodle before bed. I opened the black book and saw all of my old words lined up neatly and begging to be read so I decided to revisit the old Jessica and the strange fruit that her mind once bore.

I had a good laugh.

I honestly don't know what was going on half of the time because I wrote so vaguely but I found some little snippets that made me laugh at myself and wanted to give them a second life.

Here are a few of them.

Aug 18 2005: "We just don't want to face the reality that things might actually suck. What if all the pessimists are right?"

Feb 1 2005: "I am tired of myself again, I think I'll take a nap."

Feb 2 2005: "My Gratitude list:
-eating snacks alone so I can chew as loud as I please.
-the lack of air as I open a package of freshly processed film.
-finding the guts to do something scary.
-the humility that is bestowed upon me every time I misspell a word.
-a nearly completed journal and knowing that inside a book there are thousands of my thought and experiences recorded. "

Oct 4 2004: "I was having this dream, there was a tree, not a real tree but one my mind drew, its branches were long and bare, they grew and swivelled like octopus tentacles. The black spine swayed in my dream and when I woke up my foot was hanging off the bed imitating the motion of the tree."

Sep 12 2004: "This was something worth getting hurt over."


There ya go, a little bit of nothing to add to nothings on the internet.

A Negative Post. /  by Jessica Peterson

I want to complain, I want to complain real good.

Jessica's Gripe List:

I hate that some people think that being absolutely and terribly wasted in public is acceptable. If you are going to be loud, obnoxious and foul, stay at home or stay in the bar, I don't want to deal with it.

Why are so many girls wearing baby bows on their heads? What's going on?

Why in the heck are all my peers acting like born again teenagers? Who thinks it's a good idea to pick up smoking at 25? Really? I don't get it.

Okay.

There you go...