shadows on stars.


My dear friends Brian and Randa, released their amazing album on monday and I just thought I'd share it with all of you. You can do listen to it and download it free here. They are unbelievably talented and I cant help but dance to all of their songs. Above are a few photos I took at their show from monday night. You can also follow them more closely from here Enjoy.




a few shots of a few friends from the other night.

If I knew.


If I knew where I was going next, 
I wouldn’t be taking so many naps,
or reading all these books, 
trying to define my future in pillow cases 
and stitched book bindings,
lost in the small decisions
of each day, 
only a little bit numb. 

I am the inevitable wanderer; 
the girl who always said goodbye, 
but never quite figured out how to leave.




The smoke swam slowly, twisting and turning upward. Not exactly toward anything. But rather away. Away from the fiery cherried end of a cigarette lodged between two dirty and motionless fingers, having yet been smoked. Avoiding the inevitable inhalation and thus, annihilation from the disastrous heap of a human that these fingers belong to. Up, further away from the girl that, more melted than laid, side up on the cold floor. Her heavy head cemented to her outstretched arm. Her breathe stagnant. Her eyes fixed, unblinking, just a few feet away, on the unopened envelope decorated with only her name.

I have been writing a lot lately. Its such a big part of me. Lately I have been wanting more of a challenge so I asked a friend of mine if he wanted to be my "writing buddy." He too had been wanting to do a little more with his writing. So we decided to choose some writing "assignments" and then share them with each other. The first time around we did 100 word assignments. We choose a prompt and can use only 100 words. No more, no less. This was one of mine and here is the other. 

less empty.


Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

its the weekend...

too late.


She walked out the door and as her tiny hand reached unwaveringly backwards, the words that had danced in his heavy chest for weeks finally began to make their move. Climbing, inching up the eminence of his throat. Choking through to the light. Tripping over tonsils. Wrapping themselves around his tongue trying to swirl their way out. While her fingers wrapped tightly around the cold brass knob pulling the weight of every moment preceding this one swiftly behind her, his words, at last, floated from his lips in search of her ears. Too late, they found the only the door. 



I am loving this double exposure series by Dan Mountford.
The best part is that they are dont in camera!

its that easy.



                                                                                                                                                - Edna O’Brien, The Lonely Girl

This is what I believe with my entire being. 
That every one we know will some how influence us.
Even if they are only around for a short while.
They are meant to be there.
To change you in some way.
It's inescapable.  

so good.

so simple. 
so true. 
what a wonderful way to look at things.

Sasquatch Music Festival

In other news, I am going to Sasquatch this year! It will be my first time not only to the show but to the Gorge itself! I am thrilled beyond words. We have a pretty big group of friends going and I am expecting nothing short of magical. 
Any of you going too?

10 things I learned this weekend...

1. Taking responsibility can feel very liberating.
2. Just get up and get out.
3. Sometimes things do go my way.
4. I am the napping champion.
5. A fire and a movie on a saturday night is a beautiful thing.
6. Snowboaring is still one of the best things in the world.
7. Always order ice cream. Always.
8. I miss my little brother.
9. Laughing is most definitely my favorite thing in the whole world.
10. Snow. Now I cannot wait to get back to the snow. I need snow.



When you find a man
Who transforms
Every part of you
Into poetry,
Who makes each one of your hairs
Into a poem,
When you find a man,
As I am
Of bathing and adorning you
With poetry,
I will beg you
To follow him without hesitation,
It is not important
That you belong to me or him
But that you belong to poetry.

by Nizar Qabbani

moon child


the moon has been on my mind more lately than ever. 
showing up in conversations and explanations on a very regular basis these days. 
maybe this is why.
the full moon last night was beautiful.
massive and beautiful.

or nothing.

like this,

Dex turns 2!

Today my little buddy, Dexter, turned 2. I have always been a dog person. I know that we are a breed (see what I did there) of our own, us dog people, and you all understand what I mean. But there is something special about this one though. He has my heart on a string. He is always there for me when I need a snuggle or someone to direct random thoughts to. He has made this whole "strong independent chick" thing not only possible but enjoyable as I am never quite alone. I always have my little, well, not so little guy with me. He gets me. He lets me work when I need to, he naps with me when Im tired, and he is ready to play outside when I am feeling restless. He's the best.

A lot of things are the same about this stud muffin since the last birthday post such as...

Dex still...
loves people!
must sleep with at least one part of him on at least one part of me. (my favorite)
is one of the happiest pups I know.
wont fetch correctly.
can sit really really well.
loves playing with other dogs more than anything.
prefers christmas toys over regular toys.
can curl up so tiny for such a big guy.
gets filthy the first two minutes we enter a dog park.
tries to get to the people in a drive through, every time.
is super soft. all the time. 

Dexter's new party tricks include...

laying down!
a very funny and unique attempt at howling.
hating olives.
being able to run on a leash with out holding the leash in his mouth.
staying. sometimes.
wanting to eat or play with every squirrel he sees.
almost tolerating bath time.
being extra stinking cute when he wants your food.
turning his head to one side when I say "treat" melting my heart instantly. 

This morning I kept the tradition going of spending a good couple hours of his bday at the dog park. And just like last year he found the biggest mud puddle, walked right into, and LAYED DOWN! I cant even be mad at this little guy. He makes me so happy most of the time, that once and a while, Ive just gotta go with it. He also made friends with 2 big dogs and 1 tiny one. And now he is currently napping with the aforementioned mud dried on to his normally very soft fur. I am allowing him as many pleasurable hours as possible before sticking him in the tub. 

Dexter's "treat" face.
Man I love this guy.

dare to jump.

10 things I learned this weekend...

1. Just give in and go with it sometimes.
2. Sometimes, don't plan.
3. Its ok to take two naps in one day.
4. I dont feel right if I dont read at least a little bit everyday.
5. Stay in with your best friend on a saturday night, its good for you.
6. My dog likes nerds and chews them one at a time. The freak.
7. It pays to make your friends talk sometimes. Not everyone blurts out their feelings every minute of the day like I do:)
8. Long walks with the pup are a great way to fall in love with my neighborhood. again.
9. Some of my best friends consider me a "heart breaker."
10. I am ready for summer. Not just spring, SUMMER!

Gillian Zinser


I have recently fallen in love with Gillian Zinser. I have a major girl/style crush on her and have been wanting to share this mild obsession. After seeing the beautiful photos from Zoey Grosman for Foam Magazine, I thought now was the right time. I am in awe. 
So stunning. So beautiful. So free. 


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a folding, umbrellalike, fabric device for allowing a person, to float down safely through the air from a great height.

“But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.” — American Beauty