creative life

posed

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sometimes i think they’re posing just for me. i really do.

also surely just for me:

i’ve been staying up way too late. but what else can i do? i know sleep is supposed to restorative, but isn’t finding time to write and daydream restorative too?

i think our heater finally crapped out after being on the fritz for awhile. ’tis gonna be a cold night (although 40 degrees isn’t so bad …). nonetheless, so glad ed and the space heater are so warm.

spark

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now that’s what i’m talkin’ ’bout. a pretty instant photo. this really cheered me up. i am not a total instant photo loser after all!

other things that cheer me up:

  • the purple tulips shown above. they’re still right here and lovely as ever.
  • green tea after weeks of black because i was out of green. dear god, black tea is not for me. green! i am already thinking about tomorrow’s pot.
  • this short film on the sartorialist.
  • a guy at work named his baby clementine
  • this fine yellow fellow.
  • winter coat, cold face.
  • i want to see somewhere
  • pink camellia bushes in full bloom — even on a frosty 28-degree morning.
  • the anthropologie sweater and black banana republic pants (perfectly my size!) found thrifting
  • modern family — best… show… ever…!
  • this night, this dark night, the music close inside my ears, and the years running through my mind like a freight train of heavy, sparkling moments i don’t mind carrying with me forever

boring

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it’s the boredom. i’m bored out of my mind. bored out of my skull. seems impossible to be bored in this world, but oh… my… god… i am frickin’ boooooored. of course, i can/must/will change this, but the moment of time when the immense depth of your boredom becomes clear and it feels like there’s nothing you can do to curb it (no matter how untrue this is!) is so so very miserable.

it’s a terrible place for any person with an addictive personality too. i mean, these are the seemingly unbearable but all too natural lulls and transitions in life that used to make us reach for a drink. bored. miserable. must shift now. must shift fast. now! fast! just add [drug of choice]. right?

well, that’s obviously not an option for me today so i am riding the bored train. and riding and riding until i get to where i am headed.

flight

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great blue heron. it’s a wonder they can lift those giant wings into flight, isn’t it? i love how this came out like a painting.

and:

  • give or take a few pieces discarded by the boys on NYE, i ate an entire marion berry pie by myself over the weekend. each piece better than the last.
  • a much-needed read by anne lamott: Time lost and found
  • totally obsessing over the sarah jaffe suburban nature album but today particularly “before you go.” when i listen to this song with headphones, i feel like i am flying.

what about you? you been flying?

i’m still here

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love this little happy accident from the birdplace yesterday. so minimal and wide open. this is how i like to pretend i feel.

watched joaquin phoenix’s i’m still here last night and mostly found it disturbing. not sure which would have been more disturbing: wondering if it was real or knowing it was fake. if i was going to make up a new life for myself, even a crazy one, i would have made up a much richer one than that. uck.

check it:

  • look at my new URL — no more wordpress in there. just todayispretty.com.
  • don’t miss this joy+ride, issue #50, film photographs by rachel saldaña from her quiet winter home.
  • i’ll be sharing photos + words a few times a week on habit for the month of january. yippee!
  • love this L.A. loft. wish i had such a knack for (dis)organizing my collections.
  • i need to invest in a bike this year. and then this orchid bike bell.

back to work tomorrow. wish me luck!