holiday spaces

i often go out pacing when all i want to do is stay inside
and look out the window with you
~Seabear

i'm on my 18th day of away-from-home-ness

just about the fullest eighteen days ever

since i am horrible at gathering time into words,
and for the sake of not becoming completely incoherent,
we will just skip over that period of moments.
*laugh*
evil child, i know.

let's talk about my Abba.
because He's been a constant factor.
He loves me so hard,
i would shatter if it weren't for the protection of His Son.

let's talk about worth.
the miracle of how i am worthy to glorify the Creator,
not because of anything that i've emitted...
but through the adornment of those about me.
let's marvel on that.

let's talk about weather.
how beautimous it is to wake up without sweat on the small of your back.
walking against cool breezes.

let's talk about showers.
how they are always a surprise in pleasure,
and never quite as soothing as in your own bathroom.
somehow my shampoo smells stronger in strange lands.

let's talk about fruit.
fresh and continual.
i'm living on it,
oh...
and fresh beans off the plant.
heaven.

let's talk about missing.
hugs
little barefeet
persistent voices

let's not talk about my sorry state of non-photography.
i can't seem to get up the gumption.
happy without processing that way.
wondering if i should worry about that.
but..
of course...
i'm not.

because i don't worry about things that affect me.
just things ethereal.

there.
that was my thought process.
such as it is.
enjoy

such is the life of the living

just finished shooting a wedding...
note on that:
this couple was so grateful.
i was humbled and encouraged by their warmth.

i leave in 5 hours for idaho...
for...
FOUR WEEKS!

there is a bit of shock involved.

*headphones*

hey,

where are you?

from the morning after a sleepless night

preview

i haven't loved a shot this much in a long time

*sigh*

*peekaboo*

tonight i edit

tonight i love

lovesong love

Falling Free
David Gray
1994

All of my senses overthrown
By the might of your skin
And the lamplight
On your cheek bone
Drawing me further in
No sentence I can speak
For the wonder so unique
Breaking like a wave
Upon the shore
Mercy me, I'm falling free
Since you opened up the door

See how the sky is
Made of sapphire
The colours flowing
Through our hands
The moon is fire in your hair
A million miles beyond
What science understands
Smell that mountain heather
I don't remember ever
Feeling like this before
Mercy me, I'm falling free
Since you opened up the door

If every windowpane
Should shatter
If every wall should fall apart
Well it might hurt a bit
But would it matter
With this jewel in my heart

No need to nail it to the ground
No need to smother it with sense
Just listen to the rhythm of
Your heart that pounds
And trust it all to chance
Cos we‚re standing face to face
With the angel of grace
Don't it just taste so pure
Mercy me, I'm falling free
Since you opened up the door


my goodness.
today i discovered this.
and repeated...
this makes the phantom wedding soundtrack.
"The moon is fire in your hair"
are you kidding!
*amazement*