super sprung.

xoxo.

sprung.

 

 i have fallen in love. spring time in portland rocks.

xoxo.

to each their own.

alright kids. my apologies but i'm over not being able to keep up with this 365 project. i could keep posting with numbers under the fake assumption that i am keeping up but lets get real, i'm not and i feel like a posting poser even pretending. so i am officially throwing the number racket out and going to continue with the normal banter and pics that i am used to doing. no more of this chronological ordered silence. i mean come on, there is nothing in my life that is a) silent or b) in any kind of order. so there's that.

on that note, let me have a quick one sided discussion about this weekend. i turned 32 on friday. a number that i not only like the feel of but, have a great feeling about. it's going to be a fantastic year. i can feel it in my bones. i celebrated the occasion surrounded by amazing people that have truly made me realize that i am home. portland fits. i already knew that but this weekend really just made it, well, real.

im having a really hard time putting yesterday into words. i spent the day doing my favorite things: traveling, exploring, learning, seeing.  there was not a moment yesterday that was clouded with sadness. in fact, not shocking, i probably giggled my way through it. 

with that in mind, while going through the very few photos that i took, i came across this one that, although it makes me go "yesss!!!", there is a certain melancholy to it. it occurred to me while trying to pinpoint that subconscious emotion, that on the other side of the ocean, this calm, drawn out tide, doesn't exist. that the experience i was having was the polar opposite to the also life altering experience so many thousands of others were experiencing. maybe besides the obvious gray, that is what makes it melancholy for me.

to me, at this moment, this photograph serves as a gentle reminder that not everything is the same to everyone. one persons experience is always unique and subjective to that moment for them and them alone.

someone once reminded me to have others edit photographs for me, because we all interject are own emotions into our work, that when it comes to an art or a craft, as the creator, we can't ever be truly objective. i think this is that moment.

 

xoxo.