a few years time

graduation.

cassandra jane graduates tomorrow.

three sisters. two parents. two grandparents.
cousins, second cousins, great grandparents.

the optimism of our ancestors is realized in us.

my family: a brilliant, kind, grounded group of people.

i have so much to learn about being a woman.

from Philip Newton (so British)

i know what you're thinking,

i don't have a boyfriend, or a love interest, not even an "it's confusing" anymore.

YET I keep combing through creative wedding photography! perhaps the triggering event is cassie's upcoming graduation, I am thinking of creative ways to interpret the day (photographically), and I see balloons, the lake, and string.

source: flash dance from the super talented max wagner.

i can read tumblr.

i love this tumblr i just found:

i can read

needing to get back to canada.

visit this summer? early august?

source

made me laugh.

girl from the north country. bob dylan.

Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
If it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me if her hair hangs long,
That's the way I remember her best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

So if you're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

one of the final

not immoral but amoral,
cdm gathering,
hangover (good),
zoo,
long beach,
newport,
jackie,
tea,
jackie,
headshots,
sarah,
work,
bed.

matt dorfman's wedding invitation design (amazing).

a better view at matt dorfman's site

it's not me, it's you.

Three cancellations have cleared my Thursday. Two excuses and a reason.

two told me: “Robin, I don’t want to get attached, it’s not you, it’s me.”

So here I sit, at the ocean’s edge, watching families pack baskets and fold beach towels by the corners. How odd I must seem: my slacks, my sunglasses, my book.

I am the leper longing for colony. I am the leper priests whisper at through walls. Is this what disappearing is? Watching those I love turn inward, turn away, heads lowered and eyes cast down? Have I become memory? I’m here! I want to scream, shaking shoulders, spitting on shoes. But I vanish. Miserably, in an ugly way - first my skin, then my nerves - my limbs, my toes, and my eyes.

I root my foot in the sand, I inurn my toes in a sandy crypt.

So here I sit: Franz Wright, me, and the California light: burning itself from the edges, in.

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still on the marriage kick:

Tim Melideo posted these of him & his fiance.

thursday afternoon could use some romance.

am.

source

wednesday perk.

from (where else?) the keep calm gallery