out in the woods

this past weekend i got my friends out to birds hill park to roast some weenies and drink some beer. it was so awesome! they all made fun of me for taking so many pictures, but i think they secretly loved it :) i was in charge of pictures and music, but i also helped push the car out of a rut and chop some wood. no big deal, guys! I wish i knew how to make animated gifs, cause then i would be posting one of me chopping a piece like a pro then doing a victory dance. i hope that we go out more often now... i don't know why we haven't done it before!

a walk in the park

after weeks and weeks of saying we were going to do it, my friend dave and i finally headed out to take some pictures together. he drove us out to birds hill park just northeast of the city and took me on some trails that used to hold a few homesteads back in the day. and by back in the day i mean in the 30s. totally wicked. we only saw one homestead that was still intact, but the others each had a bench commemorating the family that once lived and worked there.

then we got some birds. to eat. out of my hand. NO JOKE. dave got some pictures of that and in all of them i look terrified. flip through these to find them! 

such a good day for walking and chats! i hope we can do it more often. 

also: i watched a video yesterday that partly featured a photographer named andria lindquist, and I was very inspired. she was so honest in the video about working hard (too hard) and following your dreams, and she had an updated and less cheesy way of speaking about these things. check out the shoot she did previous to the linked post...the photos definitely made me feel something in my tear ducts.

what did you do this weekend?

dead flowers

 every day i get off the bus and walk down the street to my work, past this industrial field. i always find myself looking for these dead flowers, the way i always look for the ceramic frogs on a rock on the way to my cabin. they signify I AM HERE. obviously this walk (and its destination) is nowhere near as sweet as going to the cottage, but here we are. i went early saturday morning so i wouldn't be questioned as to why i was taking pictures in such a place.

MOODY BLUES

a few from my back porch and from my bed