• Photography

    Wisteria, Gloucester Circle

    A little over a month ago, I finally got up the nerve to start selling some of my photography prints online through Society6. This was a long time coming for me, so thank you to those who have patiently listened to me fret about how, when, and if I should do this. If you are interested, you can purchase prints of the image above, and a few others here. You can always find the shop by clicking the “Shop” tab in the menu as well. I’ll keep updating the shop as I work on editing images, so check back often! This particular image is one of my favourite shots from…

  • Recommendations,  Required Reading

    Read This

    Required reading. Last time I kept a blog with any sort of regularity, I ran a series like this. It was one of my favourite things to put together each week, so I’m bringing it back. A friend of mine shared this glorious piece from the ever on point The Toast with me on Facebook a while back. I read it an immediately missed the person who shared it with me, amazed at just how well he seems to know me. I also immediately wondered how the author had managed to steal my thoughts. This is Jody Mace’s “Considering a Possible Human Head”.   Maybe this has happened to you. You take…

  • Mantras,  Quotations

    Quoted

    Ella is looking at her oddly. “What’s the matter, Morag?” “I – don’t know. Sometimes I get – well, scared. I don’t feel all that normal.” Ella shrugs. “So – who wants to be normal, anyhow?” “I do,” Morag says with passionate conviction. “Oh Ella, I do. I want to be able to talk to boys the way they want to be talked to. Only I can’t seem to get the trick of it.” “Boys like that are schmucks,” Ella says furiously. “But yeh, I know what you mean.” “You too?” “Yeh. I went out with this guy a coupla weeks ago, and I thought Now this is It. Here is your opportunity,…

  • Ramblings

    Some Years

    1 a.m. January 1, 2016 New Year’s Day Some years you want to pause at the end and reflect. Some years you want to remember the things you learned, the people you met, the love you felt, the places you visited, the things you accomplished. Some years you are sad to say farewell. Some years you run headlong into the next year with high hopes, declaring that you can’t wait to see what it has in store for you. Some years you want to light the year on fire and walk away while it burns. This year is the second kind.