Lavandar And Lace

Beautiful Women

Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young,

The young are beautiful- but the old are more beautiful than

the young.

-Walt Whitman

Lavandar and Lace

vintage. small. cozy. old.

within lies storoies.

every object has a history.

one we will never know.

but acknowledge.

Theres something special about wearing vintage.

The idea that it was once worn many times before.

by someone else.

doing something in it.

a little street in Ghent holds a treasure very rare.

a vintage shop true to its meaning.

filled with nothing but old memories.

floral dresses from the 50's

drapes of the 60's

denim of the 70's

cameras of the 80's 

and the best records of the 90's

life stills breathes through the items in this store,

each one with a little bit of light in them

waits for the right person to bring happiness to.

time to make new stories in old ones.

Walt Whitman has left me holding on to the tip of every word he has ever written. May his little thoughts leave you thinking with nothing but creativity.

-much love and peace

location and times

Location and times- what is it in me that meets them all,

whenever and wherever, and makes me at home?

Forms, colors, densities, odors- what is it in me that corresponds with them?

-Walt Whitman

Location , always changing.

consistency? never .

here, there, yonder.

Time, never enough.

she doesn't stop.

but no one ceases chasing.

I wake up,

realizing that my little escape from reality,

is gone.

My location has changed.

Time is ticking.

some film from my trip

where water flows lays magic

these last few moments,

the moments where reality starts to kick in,

my eyes finally begin to focus

this is not an everlasting dream

you must wake up and continue on your path

i'm still holding onto the days i have had in alaska

to my every little adventure

where i felt myself slowly letting go

and truly living

seeing the earth,

feeling grounded.

this moment i hope to share with you was beyond beautiful

i saw my sister

i felt her soul

i saw that beautiful smile that occurs because you can't believe

that you are seeing the movement and perfect flow of harmony that lies in the earth. 

starting high school in a place that is foreign to what you know is scary.

leaving friends behind is heart braking.

to see my sister set free of her past and take in her future was true beauty. 

What was planned to be scenic shoot turned into much more.

i hope you enjoy this magical waterfall my friends.

closing my eyes,

i can still feel the cold mist against my face

the crisp water trickling over my feet

the slippery stone that is supporting me

holding on to me,

letting me experience what it gets to everyday.

thank you universe,

thank you mother earth,

endless beauty surrounds each of us,

waiting for us to appreciate what we look over each day.

i leave alaska with a prayer.

Honor the sacred.
Honor the Earth, our Mother.
Honor the Elders.
Honor all with whom we share the Earth:-
Four-leggeds, two-leggeds, winged ones,
Swimmers, crawlers, plant and rock people.
Walk in balance and beauty.

much peace and love

slip- volcom

bandana- bdg

jewelry- handmade and vintage 

to the always changing destination

planes. trains. cars.

walking. running. hitchhiking.

our bodies sore from hiking a national park and a mountain the day before.

but the adventure within us calls for more.

5 am, wake up. throw some clothes on. head to train station.

4 hours later we find ourselves in the small town of Seward.

where sea life is prominent and people are scarce. 

with every coffee comes a cigarette.

with every beer comes a constant conversation.

with every new experience i know that there is no way i will ever be able to settle.

at least not in one place for too long.

the town of Seward is now a memory tucked away close in my heart.

from the train ride down there.

to the groovy people we met over coffee.

to the sea life center where we gazed for hours at animals we wish we could be at times.

to the mile long town, worn down, but art and old stories linger at each corner. 

to the man who we hitchhiked off of to get us to a place with beer.

the alaskan amber that so happily completed our day,

while sitting on the shore

seeing the bluest glacier water

the mountains still with a light dusting of snow 

wondering how the hell did we end up here.

blessings everyday

much peace and love