I'm just here in my tiny Kansas town, falling in love with globs of spring light.
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I love pretty and haunting songs that build up from the quiet. Like this one.
This song and these guys have been playing over and over in our house. Sometimes I hear it faraway behind a closed door. Sometimes it's blasting from the computer. It makes me want to write and write and never stop. I can't wait until the windows are open and the notes are floating on breezy curtains mingling with the wind chimes.
Spring Break was last week and I was busy shooting portraits. I was on a farm for one of the sessions and looked up to see this:
I love gravel roads and barns and telephone poles. I love the sugary color of winter and spring sunsets. But what this picture doesn't show is how warm it was. How (even though it looks dark) everything was lit in that sweet final golden light. And the toads were singing in the fields - just the first haunting trill carried on the wind. I love that. On evenings like this, forget about Paris or New York or Africa. On evenings like this, home is the only place I want to be.
Well played, Kansas.
I've been falling in love with the color grey. I used to never understand people that liked that color. But that's all changed. Grey is the color of old winter sweaters, storms rolling in & fading ink.
I'm also loving these colors. I love looking at them but in real life, I think if I dressed or decorated in and with them, I'd end up looking like a rainbow sherbet explosion.
I've been writing with a fountain pen. The downside is that I love watching it write so I never want to quit. I'll write anything just to keep it moving on the page. I suppose this is good practice, but still. Sometimes my love of it interferes with my ability to get non-writing things done.
I've been obsessed with keeping a little book again. And by "keeping a little book" I mean making drawings and keeping track of my days. I mean glue and scissors. Snippets and bits recorded. I've done this on and off for a long time. And I'm on again right now, big time. It's evident in all the notebooks and scrapbooks I'm pinning on Pinterest. I can't get enough - which means it's time.
So. Grey, sherbet, fountain pens & little books. That's me right now.
I'm suspicious of conspiracy theories. So when a friend lent me this book, I cringed. The whole JFK thing is bad enough, but Shakespeare? Really? I don't buy the argument that one man couldn't have written that much. Anyone ever hear of Stephen King? Or Joyce Carol Oates? And Shakespeare didn't have TV, Barne's and Noble, or an iPad to distract him. Yeah. One man CAN write that much. I think my friend Amanda wrote that much last week.
I took the book and flipped through it. If nothing else, I figured I'd learn some interesting facts about Elizabethan England. What I didn't figure was that I'd get completely sucked in and that by the time the author discussed the word "discommodity," I was convinced (you'll have to read it to see what I mean). And the more I read, the more I believed that the real William Shakespeare was most likely the 17th Earl of Oxford - Edward de Vere. Letters written by him that also happen to use Shakespeare's most frequently used words, his fluency in French, his knowledge of Italy - all of these things tipped the scales. But it was so much more than that. The plays themselves seem to follow Oxford's own life. For me, it was enough to raise a question.
Then a few days ago a friend posted a link to this on Facebook:
I can.not. wait.
I know it's more romantic to have a mystery... to have those beautiful words cloaked in secrecy, to believe that one man risked everything just to scribble them onto the page. And I've probably fallen head-over-heels for the story just because it IS that. A story.
But in the end, even I know it doesn't really matter who wrote those words. The only thing that matters is that they were ever written at all.
Recently I found out my favorite camera phone app can do this:
It's a throwback to the days of old film cameras where you could expose a shot and then without advancing the film (so no automatic film advance) take another picture on top of it.
You can get the same effect in Photoshop by placing one picture on top of another and adjusting either the opacity of that picture or the blending mode. But I'm old fashioned. I like doing it in the moment and seeing what happens.
The way the app works is that you snap the picture and then without seeing a preview, you have to snap another. So it takes some thought. Or luck. Or both.
I don't know. Maybe they're horrible. Maybe they're too much like a piece of bad modern art. But I like them. There's something fresh and unexpected about them.
And if nothing else, it's something to do in the car when you're bored.
Or you can entertain kids when they're bored.
So until then, I'll be in my backyard...
...pretending my phone camera is really a little plastic film camera.
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