Sunday, September 30, 2012


Saturday, September 29, 2012

Here are two completely different images. But the both came out of the same person. (Me!) 
And, look at that bad hair! Makes me giggle every time. 
And, look at that water. Makes me sigh every time. 


Here's the thing about blogs. 

There's such a pull between public and private. When I've had a bad day, I tend to write less, and I don't really know what you guys see when you read all these things. Poetry? The truth is that more often than not I go to bed feeling a little guilty about the TV I watched and the ice cream I ate and the times I let myself feel petty towards the people I love. 

My life is not poetic. My words are, sometimes. But it's easy to beat myself up about that. To beat myself up about not living a more poetic life. For not doing more. Writing more. Photographing more. Posting more meaningful blogs. 

Here I am, talking about my blog, on my blog, again. Isn't that some sort of taboo? 

I'm not sure where this is going, except maybe to say that I am leading a normal life and often feel averagely defeated. Not in a dramatic way. In a normal way. 

35mm (Summer dregs)

Friday, September 28, 2012

From the last few rolls of summer 35mm. The dregs at the bottom of the glass of summer. 

art for our walls

River water

Party horn

Mamiya on the Broadway Bridge

River from the bridge

Honey Lavender ice cream 
Raspberries on the sidewalk

Molly orange

That's Nick floating in the water out there.

Pretty girl. 


The reading corner. And writing corner. Yes that is J.K. Rowling's new book on the table. And also a polka dotted glass. 

I got a letter from my brother today, so I was writing him back. And writing a little blip about tonight, which is below, and also has the longest run-on sentence ever.

Incase you can't read it, I will type it out below.

You know when you have that swelling feeling, right in your chest, in the hallow between ribs, and it's like the whole feeling of the night has collected there and is forming into a dew drop and it's just holding there and is on the verge of dripping and then it drops and your swelling heart blooms fire down, down, down your whole chest into your belly and your throat clenches, tears form in the backs of your eyes and you feel like crying just because you're here, here in this collected dew drop of experience. 

And you just have to take a breath, inhale, and know that you're here, this is you, your life. 

That blooming fire is within you. 

and then you exhale and that dew drop is gone, its spread so far down, down, down, that now your stomach is empty, and you know you'll just be chasing that swelling feeling forever, as long as you live.

September 27th, 2012

Yes that first paragraph is seriously only one sentence.


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

I've been deconstructing photographs. Taking them apart and arranging them and abstracting them. 
If you remove all of the parts of a photograph, is it no longer sentimental? If you isolate the important parts of a photograph, is it still important?

Photographs are layers and layers and little worlds. 
So, what happens when you peel apart the pieces?


Tuesday, September 25, 2012

More instagrams. Today was good and I should write about it, so that I don't forget all of it. But all of the sudden I'm in a really bad mood, have a headache, and want to go to bed. I had a sky picture to post but am having trouble resizing it without getting crazy banding problems, so it will have to wait. 

Here's some small goals:

I want to post early in the day. I don't like waiting to post, and my posts usually end up being worse for it. 
I want to post at least one writing from my typewriter per week. 


We were talking about constraints in a thesis class yesterday and I think I realized today that one of the constraints I work with most often is time based. Once a week. Once a day. I don't know why but those are the challenges I seem to work best with. 


Monday, September 24, 2012

After a really long (not particularly bad, just wearing) Monday, Steele took us out for dinner. 
I feel so lucky. Even though we did spend a lot of the dinner watching the Seattle/Green Bay game. 

I scanned some film today, so I'll have a new blog with some of that, I'm excited :)

I wish I had a punch line for this blog, but, 


I do not. 


Sunday, September 23, 2012

Things about Sunday:

Brooding football Steele.
Sweeping the apartment, 
Then gliding on sock feet. 
Tomato soup, stale crackers. 
Sunny triangles on the walls. 


Saturday, September 22, 2012

I'm not sure why this color scheme chose me today. 

Today the sky wasn't grey. 


Friday, September 21, 2012

I went to bed yesterday with the idea that I would make today special because it is day 100. This 365 feels very different from my last 365. It is a lot more low key, I am not striving towards some high standard I've built up for myself, I am just here and trying to document things and push myself. Not push myself to create some masterpiece of a photo, but push myself to be aware of why I'm doing things and what I like and to be true to that. I think in the past I've been concerned with something a lot different than being true to that.

So, all of that to say, I have three very different types of images to put in this post. But I took all of them. They're all things that I like.

Today felt like fall again. The skies were grey again and I got to sleep in late and I woke up and put my glasses on and made banana pancakes (I made just enough to pour two which is about the cutest thing to mix up.) and coffee and watched some TV in the fluffy blankets Steele and I left on the couch last night. 

Grey skies just make me want to curl up, in a good way. And then I go outside and the air is so damn crisp and enlivening. 

This sight makes me so incredibly happy. It makes me want to sink into the ground. It feels like home. 

This is my favorite song right now. It's the perfect wide-sky song. Youth, by Daughter All of their songs are amazing, actually. I highly suggesting going to youtube and having a listen. 


Thursday, September 20, 2012

This morning I walked out of my building with my bike into the fog. The sky was grey and there were little pinprick mists hitting my face as I rode. It was chilly air, but crisp in a good way. I got to waterfront and the water was so serene. So green-grey and the sky was so wide and comforting, blanket like. I was riding hard and the little mists were working hard to stay there. But they burned off around 3, and I peeled off my tights and then later when it got dark it was chilly again and I wished I hadn't peeled off my tights after all. 

It looks like it's fall. Today it's fall and I'd like it to stay that way. I like my grey skies. 


Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Julia fixing up her shelf on the left. My desk and wall on the right. (And in detail below.)

Steele and I were having a conversation about getting into rhythms tonight. Mostly how we're not really in one yet, as far as school goes. And it's true, we're not. School doesn't really feel like school. I feel like all my notions of school are slowly breaking down and at the end of this year I'll be left with a little pile of broken walls to go out into the world with. School is this little cocoon. I know who I am here. I know what to do, I know my place. This is a luxury, I know that too, and so I'm just going to focus on working my hardest until all my walls are broken and I'm untied. 


Tuesday, September 18, 2012



Monday, September 17, 2012

I printed a test strip and cut it up. 
Thinking about sentiment. And how taking the elements of a photograph apart severs emotional attachment to it. 


Sunday, September 16, 2012

This morning Steele and I hiked out to help Nick with a project. Which involved him jumping off of this tree. 

My head is kind of pounding and all I want to do is stretch out on the couch with Steele, so I will leave you alone with these pictures. 


Saturday, September 15, 2012

The prettiest tomato, half-eaten apple at the park, the beginnings of a new book, blue sky, locally made root bear soda, and a delicious pizza. 


Friday, September 14, 2012

Here are two images about shadows and light. 

Things I like today:

Not knowing yourself
The opening up of the library ceiling. (Literally and metaphorically.)

You guys, I really do like the library. Observation of the day. It's quiet and I like to imagine all the little worlds in every single book on the shelf. If all of those worlds in that room are fiction, and all of the people around me are essentially fictional. I am fiction. Or the only non-fictional person in the world. Or not making sense. Nonsensical. (At least I know my words.) 

I am going to make it my job to decided the difference between the library and Powell's. Besides the obvious, duh. Expect another rambling post about fictional worlds and things. 

I can't explain why some words need to be left justified, while on other days I am okay with leaving the justification of my 365 post centered. (Since the images are always centered, when I start typing, the words are centered too.)

Posting every single day makes me less poetic. 

But according to Plato, poetry is crap anyways. 

Things about this photograph

Things about this photograph:

My grandmother. 
Or, rather, a photograph of my grandmother. 
On an ancient doiley. Somehow significant? Possibly my great-grandmothers, 
possibly meaningless. 
Resting on an old half-cirlular table. 
Most definitely meaningless, in terms of hertiage. 
Against the precise blue-green color my old bedroom walls were painted. 
And all, all bathed in the distinct fading afternoon light of a Colorado winter. 


Thursday, September 13, 2012

Here is how my day started. With Steele. The morning was silly and sweet and lots of giggles and warmth and feeling very safe.

Here is how my day ended. With friends. 

There was a lot of things in the middle. Most importantly getting my thesis committee (The people who will be advising me about my thesis) locked down and being really excited about it. I also opened a new savings account & I'm going to continue saving money until I decide on a camera to buy. 

I'm excited for life right now. Its a small goal, but by day 100 I'd like to be back on track for this project, doing things I actually care about and inspiring myself. Using my 365 as a way of sketching for thesis. I want to start several small series. Photographing the sky every day is one that I want to focus on. Maybe the same time, or that might not be important. I'll think of other things soon too. 



You guys, this is just two instagram photos of my moonlit studio. 

I promise I am going to start carrying my camera around more this week and beyond so I can stop doing these day-after posts with little effort.