March 29, 2012

Art in the Park

(Photo via Danica_Lately)

I found myself lost in the Park late yesterday.  Not lost geographically, but lost in a sort of mental state, a 'no sense of time' kind of state. I stumbled upon a willow tree, the only single solitary one in the park, just sitting right in an open field.  I love the way a willow tree embraces you in a sort of way when you sit under it.  I just laid under the it submersed in my sketchbook, making art in the park.  Sometimes getting lost helps to discover something great.

March 28, 2012

Breathe Deep

"We’re not stuck. Even if it feels like we are, it’s not true. We’re the opposite of stuck. As twentysomethings, we’re constantly moving — apartments, relationship, cities, jobs. Anything is possible. People are ready for you. They want to hear what you have to say. They look at you and are curious about what words are going to come out of your mouth. You’re the new generation. What do you have to say? Don’t bite your tongue. One day you’ll be pushed aside for a younger “fresher” perspective so you better get it out now. Make a mark. Make a stain. Make something." -- Ryan O'Connell

March 26, 2012

Sunday Afternoon

Sunday Funday has recently taken on a new meaning for my friends and I consisting of picnics in the park, fashion magazines, good conversation, and lots of laughs, and of course, all in great style.  

March 21, 2012

Backyard Discoveries

This great spring weather has inspired some great local adventures that have taken me to some of the most interesting places.  You don't have to travel far to "get away". Some of the best destinations are right in your backyard and some of the most interesting people you'll meet are standing right in front of you.  Just because you are at 'home' doesn't mean you can't treat every weekend like a vacation.  Just when you think you have done it all, I assure you, you have not. Explore freely.

March 17, 2012

The falling sky

Fog can be quite an ominous weather, but its actually quite lovely conditions for photographing. I admire the fog, mostly because it's the closest we will ever get to touching the sky.