well if you're going to do it

this time last week

(favorite valentine from ward, ever)

and all the paper heart garlands are still up. probably will be for a while. I have been known to let holiday decorations ride for months on end, until I am forced by societal conventions to take them down. the fact that christmas came down before the end of january is nothing short of miraculous. though there are still white paper snowflakes taped to the windows. those will stay up until the very last day of winter. I will not budge on that one.

in other news, ava received her first valentine from a boy, her first heart-shaped box of chocolates. I know, I know. I KNOW.

elsewhere

I'm a couple different places today, I am anywhere but here. over at poppytalk with a look inside one of my portland faves, tender loving empire then I'm over at shutter sisters with the good words of imogen cunningham and what I love most about photography.


hop on over if, you like. and happy monday, friends.

dance dance dance

for your friday-- a little excerpt from last night's screening of girl walk//all day at the ace. not sure what I loved more-- the way all that sweet movement bounced off the architecture and everyday action of the city or the wide-eyed way ava took the whole thing in. my dancer self wanted to cry. bonafide dance party, y'all. good times one thousand, anyway you slice it.

p.s. I think ava sort of fell in love with the creep. I think maybe I did too.

pink and red

because today is a day for pink and red. happy valentines day, kids.

off switch

completely honored to have a photograph of mine featured on the cover of a rad new magazine called off switch. I've got a little more inside too. peruse the issue online or order a copy to hold in your hot little hands. good stuff, kids.


(hats off and many thanks to katie, the creative force behind said rad new magazine)

photobooth friday

cousins, cupcakes and photobooth strips on the last day of the year. which there was talk of earlier but now there's proof. proof that these are things that go together. that this is, indeed, a spectacular way to end a year.

walked away with: a total of five strips (every combination in the booth possible, trust me) and a strange new affinity for coca cola-flavored cupcakes. 

p.s. should you find yourself in atlanta anytime soon, a trip to west egg cafe may be in order.

p.p.s. ava and ezra belong to us (duh) but those other cuties belong to my brother and my sister-in-law. man, we miss those guys. we miss those guys so much.

holy wow

so I was fortunate enough to snag a test pack of the impossible project's newest version of the PX70 color shade film and wow. holy wow. the colors are so good I could cry. or maybe that's just the virus talking. fyi, I have been struck down like a dog in the night with a wretched virus. am sicker than sick but when sunlight filled the house on monday, I crawled out of bed just long enough to fire off a couple of test shots. and look, just look at that light. look at that color.


it's getting better and better, the impossible project film. better and better all the time.

it's out

the sun, it's out. in great abundance, actually and I sort of don't know what to do with myself. I'm not complaining. I'm just saying, it's out. and it keeps coming out, again and again, everyday. what I really want to do is grab a little of it, stuff it in a jar and save it for later.

downtown color

I'm over at poppytalk with a little downtown portland color. hop on over, if you like.

the end

day twenty-two: my shoes (and socks)



day twenty-three: something old (candies from our 1999 trip to italy, stored in the freezer because I cannot, will not throw them away)



day twenty-four: guilty pleasure (fizzy fruity sugary drinks)



day twenty-five: something I made (with my most favorite scraps of paper)



day twenty-six: color (and a little more of that downtown mural project I love)



day twenty-seven: lunch (dollar taco and a bottle of strawberry jarritos from the downtown food carts because the sun was out)



day twenty-eight: light (dining room, late afternoon)



day twenty-nine: in my fridge (I cannot keep up with the amount of clementines this family is consuming)



day thirty: nature (on the way to school in the morning)



day thirty-one: me, again (in the bathroom with the little chalk fishies and the paint-by-number palm trees and the good light and the crazy bun)


this hereby concludes january photo a day (a little instagram photo challenge). week four (plus a few days) and a right good diversion from the january blahs, if you ask me.

billions and billions

downtown portland (and better than sunshine): billions and billions of people, a collaboarative mural project between artists chris johanson and johanna jackson, local artists and thirty homeless youth served by the new avenues for youth artist mentorship program.


these are the kinds of things I like to see, people. this is proof of the good.

six years!

of photobooth friday! how is this possible? wait, don't answer that. this I do solemnly swear: as long as there are photobooths, I will be jumping into them. and as long as I am here on the internets, I will be sharing.


p.s. that is ezra up there, top row, second frame. THAT IS EZRA.