project time

so i have a project on my hands at the moment. the ever lovely polaroid wall. we have a blank space in our hallway that is begging for some attention. i've been considering this for quite some time but i just didn't want it to be one of those silly cliches.

however, the more i keep thinking about it, the more i realize (cliche or not) these memories do not deserve to be sitting in a box under my bed. it just doesn't seem right. so a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do - and thus begins the polaroid wall project.

Photo by: Sylvia

it's the little things... there's nothing bigger is there.

Polaroid Sx 70 Alpha. 600 Film. ND Filter.

out the windows of my bedroom

through the backyards of our neighbors

i didnt leave you waiting

there was endless concentration

the moon swept down to greet us

it was warm and made of flowers

into vines that barely reached us

climbing higher than forever

i'm home on lunch. sitting bellow a lazy fan. sipping water out of a mason jar. thankful.

Polaroid Sx 70 Alpha. 600 Film.

i am getting older but i can hardly feel it.
it shocks me, daily, to see the effects of times handiwork: the little lines around my eyes that curl up as i smile... and although i can not prove this has anything to do with times passing, i swear that my hair is getting curlier... i don't mind these changes. truly. i am just amazed by such haste.
my father described to me once, his surprise as he looked into the mirror one day and did not see his 17 year old self staring back.

what an odd thing to realize mid life.

lately, i've realized everyone around me obsessively planning ahead for the future. it seems a pity to not be just as satisfied with the now.

i have spent my entire life living in the moment, collecting the details of every split second, and storing them in the mossy memory banks of my mind. harboring the magical minutia of daily life is fantastic and a little deceptive; i don't miss a single detail other than the actual passing of time. such realizations are alarming and at times leave me paralyzed to see who is staring back at me each morning.

when i grow up

i want to live near the sea

crab claws and bottles of rum

that's what i'll have

staring at the seashell

waiting for it to embrace me.

fever ray.

photobooth. mac isight.