It's still summer and I've been enjoying every minute of it. My studious college day and daycare woman life seems like a distant memory in my mind. All this free time has been more than I could ever ask for. It's going to be difficult getting back into the swing of things, but I'm looking forward to it nonetheless. I'm currently in Connecticut right now, trying to beat the Texas heat for these last few weeks of summer. The view, the breeze is more pleasant from up here. I'm especially enjoying the 85 degree weather.
Yesterday I took a boat ride with my aunt and cousins to an island off the coast of Connecticut. The water was bluer than what I had envisioned and the same goes for the color of the sand. I felt like I was in a Hemingway-esque novel or a Fitzgerald golden age paradise. I hadn't a care in the world in that moment and I couldn't help but wish to never return home, ever, but only to live forever lost, forever in paradise on that little island in the Atlantic.

and now for some film development...

"maggy and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
its always ourselves we find in the sea "

- e.e. cummings

KT,

You're like a rock that keeps on rolling; always soothing to your own beat. Through the deepest pits of the valley you roll unimaginably so. All the other rocks aspire to be you. They watch you from afar, and are, at many times (including myself) taken back by your kindness, loveliness-it is all so contagious. Every time those dark and downward paths cross your way, I've never seen you not able to roll yourself back up... and that is something that I've learned many other rocks cannot do. Only the strongest of the bunch. Only the best. Only you.

Here is the end of my small journey. The journey that seemed never ending at times, but did. The last long stretch towards the end of spring and college responsibilities. I can see the light of summer, but I must get through these last few days of somehow finding the focus and strength to pull through. Get it together. The end is near. The end is near. A new chapter begins.

"A few times in my life I've had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be. " - A Single Man












I enjoy going through Amy's computer and seeing what pictures she has/ I don't have...

At midnight all the land shakes dead-
and not even the leaves dance for your presence.

The wonders of it all are up to the stars.
They'll either save you or make you question the unquestionable.

You hope for a soul in the streets to awaken you,
but their souls have gone down to rest from the stress of their days that dilute them and sinks them in- farther and deeper yonder to the core of the earth.

You hope for a glint in their eyes from the outside looking in,
but all you get is a hint of the wind splashing down on a cool Wednesday night in the heat of April.
Yet the night is so cold as you lie there day dreaming-
and you can't help but wonder where all the people have gone to.

The endless streams,
the erosions in our dreams
that form the caves in our minds,
reaching higher at times
to places we've never seen.


(Katie Rupp: photogdawg)