Today is a dreary day in New York City. It’s Saturday, and though I have enough work piled up that part of me feels like I could just power through the weekend, I know my soul needs rest. So I’m going to be spending today’s rainy-ness hanging with my two best friends– maybe taking a wet hike through prospect park? Most certainly eating a long and filling breakfast with many coffee refills.
I found the picture above while I was sorting a wedding. I forgot I took it. It’s just a dirt speck on a window, but to me it looks like small prop-plane dipping down through the clouds.
Here’s a poem I came across yesterday on a blog recently added to my Google Reader. Glad I added it…
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Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles
and pulls you back into childhood
and you are passing a crumbling mansion
completely hidden behind old windows
or an empty convent guarded by hemlocks
and giant firs standing hip to hip
you know again that behind that wall,
under the uncut hair of the willows
something secret is going on,
so marvelous and dangerous
that if you crawled through and saw
you would die, or be happy forever.
-Lisel Muellier from Alive Together
Lisel speaks the words of my heart. high five adam. high five Lisel.
hey, i am a good friend of michaela (shaw) matsumoto and she sent me the link to your site/blog. she also mentioned you are also a fellow biola grad.
anyways, i just wanted to say that i find your photos, videos, stories, thoughts, and work incredible. photography happens to be a little hobby of mine and i always love discovering other photographers out there with not only amazing imagery but also quality and purpose behind their images. anyways, thanks for showing your work and thoughts, it is very inspiring. be blessed.