17 November 2013

13 November 2013


Novembers were once road trips to northern California and pumpkin pie and glowing living rooms. Now they taste like apple pie eaten with fingers and feel like frozen cheeks. I can still smell the Volvo I sat in then, the Volvo that smashed in a four car pileup three months later. But the light shines through the trees this November.

I took these last winter, in February. I remember standing at the window in my socks and clicking the shutter. I love watching the snow streak by my window and slowly color the rooftops white. Another winter is coming, another year.

21 August 2013

19 August 2013

the observatory

Smog hovers over the city, hazy in the dark. It's the pollution that makes the sunset beautiful.

29 July 2013

tea and crumpets

When my month in Paris ended, I took the train to London for a few days. I drank tea and ale, ate chips with ketchup and mayonnaise, and wandered through parks and streets I had heard of in books but never seen.

25 July 2013

au revoir

Au revoir, walks along the Seine. Au revoir, baguettes and champignons fromage crepes. Au revoir, euros and cobblestoned streets and late night breezes through windows. Tu me manques, Paris.

11 July 2013


Versailles, Saint-Chappelle, Notre Dame. So much wine and so much to see.