things I miss

I spend a good chunk of my time on this earth documenting my life in pictures. I try very hard not to live my life behind a lens, but here are somethings that I wouldn't remember so perfectly without my camera.

The dock in Maine. The picture can't tell you how it rocked back and fourth or what it felt like to drink our tea on top of the ocean and under the sky. But it does remind me of the feeling of contentment that accompanied.


Perfect afternoons in Philly with sunshine, a good book, and a muffin from the Green and Blue Cafe. I enjoy Philadelphia the most in the summer time when I can spend all day reading in the park.


Paris. Paris Paris Paris.


Baby, my trusty bike who is currently gathering dust in the suburbs.


While this was a fun trip, I mostly just miss my film camera which my brother has stolen for the past two years!! While my Nikon does wonderful things, digital cameras can't hold a candle to the quality of film.

artist forgotten

One thing that is wonderful about being home is my blue room. When I first came back from London it was the classic pack-rat den; stuffed full with old magazine clippings and shards of poka-dotted tissue paper. One of my first missions upon arrival was to give the room a winter cleaning, and after two long days of hard work, I am happy to say that my little art studio is up and running. Since the cleansing I have sewn two new patches onto my quilt, but more importantly I have started to paint again; something I didn't realize that I missed. Here are my first tentative attempts to stain my hands in Blickrylic paint again.

Part One


Part Two


Somehow he became much sadder in translation.