" you are golden "

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dear to me you are gold. constant, malleable, distinct. up close or far away, near in my heart, and make me a better person.

a beauty beyond compare, neither pure or distasteful because of impurities. rather you become more and more and more each day, lovely and a reminder of all the nigh indescribable wonder in the world.

tonight's homework:

remind people how much they mean to you. i bet they already know, but it's always nice to hear and relay. cook a meal together with someone, watch a film, mingle, hug, exist in simple blisses of your own creation.

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  one year ago , i  began this blog  as a way to provide myself with a space to slow down from the at-the-time frenetic immediacy of my digital work. 
 i began to consider my basics again, as well as pare down on the gadgetry of a certain modern version of machinery that did the thinking for you. 
 choosing the polaroid land camera has allowed me to incorporate what beautiful confusion comes with letting go of all the precision, and leaves that sense of wonderment and magic intact. 
 the process of learning this camera is still a surprise. where it has strengths and weaknesses. where those subtle shifts in use or repair influence the outcomes. still fun and evolves each day. it’s like a portable therapeutic instrument which flexes and is patient. 
 i’ve brought this camera (along with a few others) with me at least every day since purchasing it, and have not stopped shooting. i hope to continue its use through all the films i find which are compatible, and then after the entire stock of the universe is disappeared, i’ll probably turn it into a lamp or planter, so that another great beauty may grow from its skeleton. 
 many thanks to all followers and supporters. it has been and continues to be a great pleasure. 
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one year ago, i began this blog as a way to provide myself with a space to slow down from the at-the-time frenetic immediacy of my digital work.

i began to consider my basics again, as well as pare down on the gadgetry of a certain modern version of machinery that did the thinking for you.

choosing the polaroid land camera has allowed me to incorporate what beautiful confusion comes with letting go of all the precision, and leaves that sense of wonderment and magic intact.

the process of learning this camera is still a surprise. where it has strengths and weaknesses. where those subtle shifts in use or repair influence the outcomes. still fun and evolves each day. it’s like a portable therapeutic instrument which flexes and is patient.

i’ve brought this camera (along with a few others) with me at least every day since purchasing it, and have not stopped shooting. i hope to continue its use through all the films i find which are compatible, and then after the entire stock of the universe is disappeared, i’ll probably turn it into a lamp or planter, so that another great beauty may grow from its skeleton.

many thanks to all followers and supporters. it has been and continues to be a great pleasure.

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 more rain in the forecast last night. and for a moment, it seemed like all the rainwater runoff, was flowing straight into my shoes. 
 the squish squish squish of wet shoes, wet socks, and eventually wet feet. 
 and what can you really do? 
 i mean, each time i feel like breaking out new shoes, it begins to rain. just like each time i feel like my day has gone completely full-tilt bananas, i find out it’s the full moon. 
 things happen, and you deal with them. elevated or serene, these occurrences do not have to define us. you can meet them full-faced and allow them access to your heart-space, where if you wish, they may reside and affect. 
 this ole goddamn long life with my sore muscles down through the meat to the bones…who cares about sopping wet feet in a rainstorm? 
 i’ve other worries and amazing things to attend to. 
 squish squish squish. 
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more rain in the forecast last night. and for a moment, it seemed like all the rainwater runoff, was flowing straight into my shoes.

the squish squish squish of wet shoes, wet socks, and eventually wet feet.

and what can you really do?

i mean, each time i feel like breaking out new shoes, it begins to rain. just like each time i feel like my day has gone completely full-tilt bananas, i find out it’s the full moon.

things happen, and you deal with them. elevated or serene, these occurrences do not have to define us. you can meet them full-faced and allow them access to your heart-space, where if you wish, they may reside and affect.

this ole goddamn long life with my sore muscles down through the meat to the bones…who cares about sopping wet feet in a rainstorm?

i’ve other worries and amazing things to attend to.

squish squish squish.

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 home is where the heart is right? then i feel like i’m home all the time. 
 not home home, but home in the sense of a place of contentment with a twinge of pining, seeking, and a dash of yearning. all in a nice jostling balance of course. 
 we’re always so worried about the tenuous nature of things and situations all the time. how will it work out? when is the right time for (fill in the blank)? perhaps it’s completely fine to feel a semblance of control over those things without actually having it. perhaps it is more interesting that way. 
 you’ll always have a home. you’ll always have a curiosity. why not shift focus when you feel unsure, and see what serendipity you can find out there in the world. 
 i bet it’s gonna be some weird funny lovely interesting beautiful strange wonderful. 
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home is where the heart is right? then i feel like i’m home all the time.

not home home, but home in the sense of a place of contentment with a twinge of pining, seeking, and a dash of yearning. all in a nice jostling balance of course.

we’re always so worried about the tenuous nature of things and situations all the time. how will it work out? when is the right time for (fill in the blank)? perhaps it’s completely fine to feel a semblance of control over those things without actually having it. perhaps it is more interesting that way.

you’ll always have a home. you’ll always have a curiosity. why not shift focus when you feel unsure, and see what serendipity you can find out there in the world.

i bet it’s gonna be some weird funny lovely interesting beautiful strange wonderful.

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 there’s no casual inhabiting spaces anymore. we’re on a trek through the hollows and the decay. 
 with the weather finally hinting and teasing us more and more that it wants us to be in the sunlight, what other option is there but to put feet to pavement? 
 look at that door! what?! what!!? where how who is it how long and how come? so many questions begging answers inciting interest forming all of those little silica which electrify and outstretch. 
 just please take a little miniscule serving of time in each day to appreciate the smaller details. chipped nail polish on long fingers, eyelashes clumped with mascara batting in the light, the swish of a skirt in the afternoon, smells of your favorite foods, the texture of the bricks on the walls. 
 yearning, gleaning, absorbing, genuflecting, and so many emotions all at once. simple things, simple times, simple pleasures. 
 no time to lose & everything to gain. 
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there’s no casual inhabiting spaces anymore. we’re on a trek through the hollows and the decay.

with the weather finally hinting and teasing us more and more that it wants us to be in the sunlight, what other option is there but to put feet to pavement?

look at that door! what?! what!!? where how who is it how long and how come? so many questions begging answers inciting interest forming all of those little silica which electrify and outstretch.

just please take a little miniscule serving of time in each day to appreciate the smaller details. chipped nail polish on long fingers, eyelashes clumped with mascara batting in the light, the swish of a skirt in the afternoon, smells of your favorite foods, the texture of the bricks on the walls.

yearning, gleaning, absorbing, genuflecting, and so many emotions all at once. simple things, simple times, simple pleasures.

no time to lose & everything to gain.

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—-  nighttime develops a cool ice grip nearing 8°F, and a single figure on crutches shuffles across the square.  each person in the nearby shops and down the frigid alleyways clutch the collar of their coats, in an attempt to capture as much body-warmth as possible.  the dime savings bank of brooklyn looms o’er with a historical stoutness, and the developing windstorm skirts the edges.  —-

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nighttime develops a cool ice grip nearing 8°F, and a single figure on crutches shuffles across the square.

each person in the nearby shops and down the frigid alleyways clutch the collar of their coats, in an attempt to capture as much body-warmth as possible.

the dime savings bank of brooklyn looms o’er with a historical stoutness, and the developing windstorm skirts the edges.

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 find the time today to really think about it all. you choose the topic, then tell yourself all the necessary motivations to see it through. 
 snowstorm in your face does not inherently mean snowstorm in your heart or sense of will. 
 you’re not at all or in the least alone, so get out there and show us what you got. 
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find the time today to really think about it all. you choose the topic, then tell yourself all the necessary motivations to see it through.

snowstorm in your face does not inherently mean snowstorm in your heart or sense of will.

you’re not at all or in the least alone, so get out there and show us what you got.

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