this beautiful tumblr make me think and feel winter.
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Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 6
Wednesday, November 16
home coming.
1.folding never ending laundry
2.framed a holga photo of us lying in the grass from the early dating days
7.but first. a shower
2.framed a holga photo of us lying in the grass from the early dating days
3.listening to Regina Spektor and Radical Face
4.watched an episode of the office with my lunch of lemon water, mac & cheese and dark-chocolate brownies
5.baby pink and baby blue sky
6.going to have my special chicken/dumpling soup simmering and smelling up the apartment all lovely when my hubby comes in the door after two weeks of traveling7.but first. a shower
Sunday, November 13
Winterfylleth
wandering the campus// setting leafs assail// noodles & company// lots of hugs// red red red leaves// leading a small group// a text from hubby finally back in the USA// Anglo-Saxon months
Monday, November 7
farewelling
I fell in love
with the world in you.
— Noah and the Whale
hubby is over in the kitchen right now using his magic blending skills to make us his smoothies. we're going to curl up on the couch + movie + my "polar bear" blanket + cuddle. Tomorrow we'll hug and kiss "farewell" until he comes back from business tripping (over a week). trying not to stress, trying to drink up these last minutes. but it's hard when the above quote is him to me...and our worlds are so freshly intertwined it's gonna be a stretch (absence makes the heart grow fonder?).
above are carefree outtakes from rose & crown // the song of my life
Tuesday, November 1
mauve like dreams
Far away there in the sunshine are
my highest aspirations. I may not
reach them, but I can look up
and see their beauty, believe in them,
and try to follow where they lead.
~Louisa May Alcott
photo-I-love Tuesday, 6th edition
Wednesday, October 26
autumn tide.
this tumblr makes me think of fall.
Les ForĂȘts is the nip of wind, the smell of damp grass, the stars piercing through the black night sky, knit mittens, quiet conversations between comrades and a hot drink.
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