will it make any sense soon?


no.


yeah, thats what i thought.


all very questionable. everything. always.

the pumpkin patch kids

hotel california

Camus & Coffee

my favorite morning activity; sitting in a quiet cafe, cozied up on the couch in the corner by the dim light, reading Camus harbacks, sipping on lattes, and flipping through dated newspapers. while the whole city may be still sleeping, im here in the corner, in the quiet of the shadows.

little miss sunshine

flower travelin' band

more visual stimulation

Rick Griffin

more about this cool dood,here

early surf days

weekend moseying

a few inspirers

Chan Marshal

Woody

Frida Kahlo

cloaks, anyone?

I am utterly obsessed with Lindsey Thornberg's line of cloaks. funky, colorful fabrics...perfect for snuggling into in the cold days. a joyous statement to say the least.

Lindsey Thornburg Cloaks

wild fox couture

quite the cutest line possible. girly & fun, epitomizes the hangin' vibe. specializing in low slung tees, perfect for rolling outta bed, continuing on into the day...night, and then all over again.


Wildfox

Apple Pie

one of my days in big sur was spent poolside on top of the world, on Apple Pie Ridge. The curve of the world was evident from our looking point. Surrounded by mountains, cliffs, and ocean, it was quite hard to maintain a feeling of reality.

on the road

pitstop for a few photographs.

big sur

raw images from big sur road trip.

bolinas

hiking, floating and sunning at the swimming hole in bolinas today, followed by a tropical meal at Sol Food. a lovely day to explore

grits&grime

in the warm california sunshine.

in the kitchen

big sur escapade

I am back from what seemed now to be a distant dream. Big Sur was the destination, and myself and my roomate Brittany had a six day excursion of exploring, galavanting around, stayed with friends in magical little treehouses, played with mountain-wolf dogs, ate the most amazing food, and ran around like queens.

Where Northern California meets Southern California; intense fusion of rocky cliffs, forests, and redwood trees mixed with tropical plants, palms, clear blue water, and beautiful weather.
we treated ourselves to rich, glorious meals of eggs benedict, frothy lattes, greek honey yogurt & fresh fruits, all while soaking up the warm sun.

I am back now to the real world, brilliant memories in tact, and a plethora of photographs as well, all that will be shared.

epiphany

I realize, I am quite insane, but it's all for love.

trip to the market

so i stumbled on the greatest market up the street. the freshest veggies, and oh so cheap. Bought three meals worth of food for fifteen dollars. Ever since I ate at Sol Food in San Rafael last week, Ive been obsessed with Puerto Rican and South American cuisine; fresh citrus, coconut undertones, and the basics beans and rice.

My flat mate and I have been cooking up the most delightfully flavorful dishes (all vegetarian, might i add) the past few days, as we have (finally) figured out how to work the gas stove. We have been taking turns playing sugar momma to one another, and our bellies are warm and fuzzy as a result.

pick your fixins

coffee in the morning to wake you up right. pick your fixins.

zest.

lemon juice in hair. white wine with orange slices. fried plantains with citrus zest, coconut milk and wild blueberry jam.



life is fruitfull.

311

I wanna make a mess. Blow off Stress. Be creatures for a while.

"the dancing is ecstatic,
a nice macaroni of braless breasts jiggling
and cupcake bottoms wiggling,
and multiple arms writing and leaping about."

cafe gratitude

an herbivores dream.

maine, and i forget.

east coast. rest and relaxation.
chilled beers in hand, floating in inner tubes and no responsibilites.
barefoot, and picking blueberries. sleeping in grandparents' creeky wooden cabin,
the smell of worn years, endless summers, and damp heavy air sweeping in through the creeking windows.
mama loon and baby loon swim side by side.
thunderstorms... soulfull and strong. they are to be heard. they are to be known. i feel small under them.
the sky speaks different every night, i give into their glow. i try and respond, but i dont seem to speak their language. not yet, at least. worn treasures surround me, from far beyond my years. yellowed photographs, and heavy chests filled with wool blankets that hibernate during the snow covered winters. it is here, where i belong. the isolation is quite heavenly.

...and i gather round the things that bring me peace.

escaping

Off to the East Coast for some Rest&Relaxation.
Thank Goodness, its time.

pucker

Mint Ice Tea with Lemon on a warm summer night.