water from the same source

when i am lucky, really lucky, i get to sneak away and adventure in my own land, excavating spaces that haven't been touched in ages. light peaks through openings and around corners and suddenly i realize that in fact the light is chasing me.

homesick

it's exhausting really.

chasing after your dreams, day in and day out.

the passion inside your heart burns faster than a forest fire and whatever cause you are chasing may as well be cured, because your drive will know no end, until you say it is so.

that is me. when i see something that i want. even the most impossible feat seems manageable with the right amount of desire.

sometimes i find myself so deeply submersed in my purpose that i forget to come up for air. i neglect to stop and sit and see. to talk to people who need to be heard. to give. i overlook the little essentials of living deliberately.

this photo was taken in the middle of a very curious forest. kylie and i chased down the sun, once again, jumping in patches of light-just soaking up the warmth. i used my sx70 and 600 film. i chose to crop the white borders because i wanted to focus on the photo itself, not so much the "fad" of a polaroid. people who care too much about white borders are missing the point! wise up!

i'm trying, really really trying to make an effort to slow down here and there and remind myself to breathe. between book making, polaroid printing, a 9 to 5'er, and my desperate attempts at a social life, i miss my boyfriend. i miss my quiet time on the running trails. i miss home cooked meals and reading actual books (not just emails). slowly but surly with unceasing effort... i will find my way back there again.

Polaroid Sx 70 Alpha. 600 Film. No Filter.

love to share, hate the biters!

today is a happy day for me :)

i've reached 70,000 variant views on flickr, i got to sleep in, and i am wrapping up the last page of text for my new book "light chasers".

light chasers was inspired by the month my best friend and i spent on the road, traveling up and down the coast of old florida, chasing our youth, our insatiable imaginations, and all the fleeting light that set ablaze across the finale of our summer.

the book should be done by the end of this week.

more info by then.

a quick side bar into the topic of frustrations...

this flickr girl, elizabeth.sarah, copycat turned liar, now thorn in my side, accused me of taking digital photos and adding fake white borders around them to make them look like polaroids! i laughed out loud when a friend showed me her comment, since it was probably the most ridiculous accusation i've ever heard. my love for polaroid is indisputable and i'm not going to let a desperate girl's call for attention ruin the bond i have with this medium. the nerve this girl has, to talk about originality... yes. this is the same girl who refused to give photo credit on her pictures that were copies of other flickr contacts.

it's sad really. she says she's speaking her mind and yet she blocks other peoples comments from her flickr page who question her authenticity.... it all seems very suspicious for someone who claims to be so "real".

either way i'm over discussing it. i don't care to argue about it any more. i'm sure she will read this and get defensive and she will probably write some other silly little comment under an even sillier little photo, but i am drawing the line here.

my work will speak for itself and vice versa.

the origin of zen

the first recognition of beauty was one of the most significant events in the evolution of human consciousness. feelings of joy and love are intrinsically connected to that same realization.

seeing beauty in a flower can awaken us, however briefly, to the beauty that is an essential part of our own inner most being, a true nature that is formless and yet thriving inside of us.

buddha is said to have given a "silent sermon" once during which he held up a flower and gazed at it. after a while, one of those present, a monk called mahakasyapa, began to smile. he is said to have been the only one who had understood the sermon. that smile (the realization) was handed down by 28 successive masters and much later became the origin of zen.

*sx 70 alpha, blend film.

**i am reading new earth and simply blown away by all of it's lackadaisical enlightenment.