Happy Halloween

HardFeet

HardFest 2011

Free Fleckys

Taken by my boyfriend at the beach and edited via "pictureshow" and "instagram".  Everything straight from Iphone of course.

my long lost blog

since my discovery of "instagram" nothings been the same.  I love the immediacy of the editing, the easy sharing, and the one-click "like" buttons. .. however.... something is lost .  it's simply another "facebook way" to get attention. don't get me wrong, I crave the little comments as much as the next guy.  but I like my images to exist in solitude sometimes.  i want my shadows and reflections to be their own company. to never expect anyone to see how they float and dance on the page. i need my blog like a 8 year-old girl needs her diary.  and in my distraction with life's "real photos" i forgot how cathartic it is to stop and remember the other side of who I am.   that girl with insecurities about her mis-shaped toes and soccer-player calves, can create a comedic gesture of freedom in imperfection.  my shadowed past is set free through Christ: to play and touch and love fully.

dandelion fields

Kentucky Pride

 

This shot is from my dear friend Beth, who shares in my Hipstamatic obsession.  I just die for the colors and textures which hold the edges in the shot!

"Uscream Monster"

I scream, You scream
And Aeryn screams as she devours worms in a muddy pool of melted Ice-Cream.  

Graffiti-Art

Getaway Balloon

Together as 1

Here my friends Dave and Mike jam on the ol' ivory.  Both super talented young men with a passion for coordinating outfits... the Jonas Brothers would be jealous.   

c'est magnifique

My friend Sarah sent me this Iphone shot while hopping through Paris.  The alien-green backdrop makes it seems as though she has been beamed into the shot from a spacecraft above.  Ready or not, here she comes! 

sugar and spice and everything nice

App: Hipstamatic

Lens: Roboto Glitter

Film: Ina's 1969

Flash: Berry Pop

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This is Amelie.  She is the most beautiful 5-year-old with the mind of an artist.  When in the presence of little girls, I immediately regain that spirit which makes childhood so precious.  I giggle, I stick my tongue out, I do things which adult's would frown upon.  And for the duration of the play-date, these girls believe that I am one of them.  Allowing me access to this fantasy world which encourages dress-up and make-believe, these little women have no idea how therapeutic it is for me to: PLAY.  The reality is: somewhere between training-bras and mascara, we lose that playful freedom which so simply defined our childhood.  This ability to put on a pink wig, tiara, tutu, the most sparkly glass slippers, to thereby convince the world that you are no longer "Amelie" but instead a princess who longs for her prince to rescue her from evil.  I have to admit, I start to believe it's true.