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on sharing

The funny thing about blogging is the questioning of the practice. I question that I have anything to share… to which I realize we all have something to share. To live is to share, right? We are taught it early… share, share, share. But as you age, you become self-conscious of what you share. You question everything, right down to the space and resources you use up to exist, and thereby your necessity or joy to share.


I’m tired of questioning things… I want to do more. I would rather write more, share too much, let my light shine, honor my existence than to keep shrinking back. I’ve been thinking about my online presence lately. Some parts of it are old, some I do a better job of updating but at times I neglect it all.

I’ve decided that’s all just fine. Life is a constant ebb and flow. If I want to share, I will. If I want to just be, I will. If I want to polish it all up, I’ll do that too. And if I want to keep it close, to not share… I will honor that too.

It’s all a journey, right? We can only ever share bits of it anyway. So much of it is inside of us, so much of it never gets out. I’m going to just embrace my light, photographically—of course.

I’ve also realized recently that I’ve always struggled with perfectionism related to my work and my creativity. One of the reasons I’ve loved film so much over the years is that it’s easier for me to let go of the perfect shot with film. Imperfection is more alluring with film. I found this quote recently and it helps: “Only things are perfect which are imperfect because it tells a story. It has a life.”



the melancholy

i was diagnosed with depression in march. it came as a shock, even though i had been joking about being depressed for years. years.

you see, whenever i didn’t have plans or a job to go to, i would just stay in bed or lay around and feel sad (this happened at least monthly, sometimes more ). and then i would feel like i was wasting my life by not using those moments productively or adventurously. when i was a kid, i slept in a lot and my parents always told me i was wasting that time… you should get up early to seize the day. but getting up early was never my thing, i couldn’t do it. so i beat myself up over it for years. years. like thinking what is wrong with me? why does everybody else have this figured out? (i know that’s not true but brains like to get dramatic, don’t they?)

i’ve always thought of myself as a melancholy person although others perceive me as sunshine. i’ve been called that many times by lovers, friends, family. i think i was trained as a child to project happy or maybe it is my true nature (sometimes i do feel that way). it’s definitely something that society requires of girls. SMILE! (if i had a nickle for every time someone said that to me, i would have a nice down payment on a house.) inside it has been a constant struggle to stay sunny. a constant struggle to function like i’m “supposed to.” i’ve always struggled to keep a clean house and bedroom–often getting overwhelmed and giving up (sleeping) because it felt impossible to get on top of. countless other things felt this way.

there’s much more to it… it’s a complex thing. it’s an avalanche of moments, conditions and experiences. i’m still learning what it means to me.

“Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.”
―Victor Hugo


shortly after that diagnosis, i learned that that thing where i forget to breathe for a second, or need to sigh deeply to steady myself and talk myself down from feeling like i’m going to fall down, fall apart… ooooh, that’s anxiety.

i never thought of myself as an anxious person. it sent another shock wave through me, it made me look back on all the times i had just found a way to push through it. i just kept going. stuffed those feelings down until i could get through another minute, hour, day. learning these words in relation to me felt like i was waking up to myself. i always thought those were things other people had. i even felt like i couldn’t understand depression… how dense is that? like why can’t you just pull yourself out if it… like i do? but i wasn’t pulling myself out of it. i was drowning and doggy paddling and gulping air when i surfaced. i was deep in it myself. for years. years.

the words for these feelings… it’s given me a way to talk about and to understand these feelings that i have had for so long that i don’t remember when it started.


these photos were made over labor day weekend, 2011 :: during a camping trip to the dunes, south of florence, oregon. || Olympus OM-2N :: Kodak Ektar 100

the eleventh month

I tried to do nablopomo last year and I only made it half way through.

I am not a daily anything person, no matter how much I want to be… no matter how much I love the idea of it. At some point, I forget or just get to the end of the day and I just can’t. Some projects are as short as 7 days and I will do the work (as in take the photos) but when it comes to posting… I just don’t/can’t/won’t.

Here it is Nov. 3 and I forgot it was even nablopomo until I visited my talented friend Andrea’s blog and saw her posting again. (She’s amazing, seriously… click that link.)

I’m not sure that anyone visits here anymore as I’ve let it languish for so long. But I still like that it’s here. Sometimes I think of starting over. But then I just come back.

Anyway… I feel like I’m just babbling. I’m not sure what I am doing here. But I may have some things to say and maybe it’s time to share a bit of it. I always have photos I could share so let’s start there… some autumnal glory, some snippets of my world…



















natural close-up

i’m a big lover of nature.
there is so much beauty in this world.
plant life never ceases to amazing me.
the variety and vibrance feels infinite. Continue reading natural close-up

the color red

On Tuesday night when I saw the majority of the US map turn red, I said, “this is making me dislike the color red.” “It’s like the country is hemorrhaging.”

Continue reading the color red

how i feel right now





fired-up to get involved




and many more emotions that don’t have words

Continue reading how i feel right now

add a space

do you ever break down words to get to the heart of it, then turned it into word association? me neither, until now.

dis ease / not easy / anti ease
mis take / don’t take / not take
over all / lord / above
in to / movement
all ways / every where / love
full fill / fill while full

*I wrote this two and a half years ago, it seems appropriate to share now. I’m still processing this week. So here we are.