25 February 2015

o r a n g e

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last week's orange: new eyes over new landscapes (with thanks to mr. proust), emergency tulips, favorite diner, absolute favorite, essie in fear or desire (or a shade I like to call I'M TRYING FEBRUARY, I REALLY REALLY AM), fraction of a favorite mural and just off ponce, a sky half full of orange.

(now swimming in blue, last of the last of the color//colours)

(as always, more color//colour here and here)

19 February 2015

g r e e n

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last week's green: new orleans throwback, green grass reading (the best kind of reading), a bridge I miss so much it hurts, succulents gone wild, the last of ezra's class valentines (no fancy red hearts, nary a one) and an unexpectedly perfect wall.

(currently knee deep in orange)

(as always, more color//colour here and here)

10 February 2015

p i n k

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last week's pink: a dream-worthy front stoop, an old neighborhood favorite, an excuse to eat cupcakes, an argument for the unexpected, a door to walk through again and again and again.

as always, more color//colour here and here and I'll tell you, this place is my new happy place times one thousand.

05 February 2015

y e l l o w

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last week's yellow: parking lot concrete, gallery salutations, lovely mission details, sunshine box collection, the most perfect yellow that ever did exist, saguaro dreaming, a road sign for everyone.

knee deep in pink at the moment-- more color//colour lovers with xanthe here, follow along/play along over on instagram if you like.

26 January 2015

r e d

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last week's reds: christmas ukulele, rothko meets rauschenberg, scene from a moving train, bloodiest oranges, cutest couple, tunnock's on a tuesday, red bikes forever and a little georgia avenue red. 

(more color//colour lovers with xanthe here, follow along/play along over on instagram if you like)

(next up: yellow)

21 January 2015

for what ails you

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choose the blood oranges over the regular ones. the building with the bright red door, the socks with the lime green stripes. drive down the street with the pink house, you know the one. wear the mustard yellow tights, the cherry red boots, the little pin with the turquoise stone. eat all the skittles, all of them. paint the toes neon pink. buy the lemon yellow notebook instead of the black one, the brand new box of crayons, if only to marvel at their perfection. pick up a book for the color of the spine alone, care not about the contents. bring home the greenest succulents, the orangiest tulips. cruise the paint chip aisle at the hardware store like a swinger on a saturday night.

rainbow sprinkles. rainbow sprinkles on everything. and straws. the colored ones, the striped ones. slice up your lemons, slice up your limes. now is the time for little paper umbrellas, now is time for maraschino cherries in tiny glass jars. seek out the bright things that live in dark thrift store corners and bring them home, one by one. that plastic chartreuse planter, that royal blue band uniform, that ridiculous magenta hat. bring them home, if only for a little while.

because, january. february. and sometimes the other months too. another round of color//colour lovers with sweet xanthe because she asked, would I fancy another round? yes, I said. yes. and you are hereby cordially invited to play along. because, well, january.

week one// monday, january 19th// RED
week two// monday, january 26th// YELLOW
week three// monday, february 2nd// PINK
week four// monday, february 9th// GREEN
week five// monday, february 16th// ORANGE
week six// monday, february 23rd// BLUE

find us here, there, everywhere, over on the instagrams, the tumblrs. and just for kicks, color inspiration over on you know where.

19 January 2015

today, tomorrow, always

in the end

'in the end, we will not remember the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.'

-martin luther king, jr

(mural by borondo for living walls, downtown at the corner of auburn avenue and jesse hill drive, just a few blocks from where dr. king grew up)

15 January 2015

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we were tired that night. so tired. we'd been on the road for a week, spent the larger part of the day driving the streets of palm springs. the children were through with architecture, done with adult conversations about color and mid-century motels. and so we were on our way back to the motel, back to the swimming pool and the serious, serious business of cheap pizza and cable television. the light turned to gold just then, real actual liquid gold and just five short blocks from the motel 6, we remembered. the windmills. it should be noted the children did not put up much of a fight. quart-sized slushees had been consumed, extreme heat experienced, no one had much fight left, not really. one week on the road and it was still anyone's game. the day was still a fairly malleable thing. windmills, we said. yes, we said.

ten minutes later, we found ourselves out on the edge of town, parked as close to the windmills as we could manage. and we stood, in what can only be defined as a sort of desert wasteland, sandwiched between a stretch of highway and a chunk of train track, canyons to the right of us, windmills to the left, a sea of windmills, an endless, impossible chorus. below us, a desert floor so littered with trash we could not help but look down. palm tree pieces, glittery glassy bits, flattened cans from decades past. a toilet, a few tires, a flannel shirt, an old brocade couch. the deeper we wandered, the stranger the items. the stranger the items, the more excited we became. I'll tell you, the children were excited about the trash. you know what? so were the adults. collections were started, possibilities discussed. could we fit that ginormous tree branch aka wizard staff in the car? surely that palm tree chunk would make an excellent planter. hey, were those ray ban glasses? because we should not leave without those ray ban glasses. I don't know how long we went on like this. hours, it seemed.

the wind picked up just then, the last of the honeyed light fell over ava and I shot what would be my most treasured photograph of the year. as if on cue, the train roared past and the wind from it snatched that polaroid right out of my hands. we ran for it, all four of us, scrambled like crazy people to catch it before it completely disappeared. the same wind whipped hair into my eyes, sand into my mouth, picked up the edges of my skirt, flipped it over my head again and again. I should have been miserable, I should have been frantic, I was anything but. laughing, half-running, half-stumbling in the direction of the polaroid and what was this strange, beautiful place we were lost in anyway? how did we end up here? how had it managed to completely charm us?

this. my most treasured moment of twenty fourteen, my most treasured photograph. 2014 holds a hundred different stories, a thousand different images but, this. the best of the best because I look at it and I remember and I think, yes. we said yes. in twenty fourteen, we said yes. when it was difficult to say yes, when we weren't sure about yes, when we were tired and didn't think we'd make it, we said yes. and it certainly hasn't been a walk in the park (it never is) but the good stuff happened because we said yes.

I don't know about twenty fifteen, I don't know how I feel about it yet. there's bound to be some yes in there somewhere, though. I don't know about you but I'm rooting for the yes, for the running and the stumbling and the laughing, for unexpected desert wastelands and more honeyed light than I know what do with.