was it romantic?

i didn't even have to move my feet. i just slid the whole way down. and though i tried, i couldn't stop laughing. because i felt just like mary poppins.

to capture the world.

i know this is shameless of me but, i am proud. last night i put on a dress, treated myself to a nice glass of wine, and pretended all the while that i was a famous, successful photographer. it was silly, but the best of things usually are.

private eyes.

today at work we listened to the hall and oates greatest hits album, not once, but twice. in a row. i wanted to play it again.

the variations in the white + grays.

is it true that if i tell you what i wished for it won't come true?
i wished for christmas cheer.

where something was.

mao.

linea.

my mornings.

sheets in the blue room for sleeping.

my friend julia started taking photographs. further down the road, she will make a quilt.

the tips of the tusks became blackened.

elephantine colossus.

fixing a hole where the rain gets in.

today is different. today i want to listen to this song over and over and sing to myself and enjoy the day that has already started.