naturally.

p.s….

I’ve been away from computers for awhile, but I’m back for now. Herringbone and all.

Ordering prints from Marc Johns for gifts is not a good idea. When they arrive, you just want to keep them for yourself and, next thing you know, you’re openly weeping as you wrap them for someone else. Then there’s that awkward moment when you attempt to give said gift to the recipient but your hand won’t let go. You laugh nervously and smile a bit as they stare at you dumbfounded and a little scared, which you don’t even realize because you’re too busy daydreaming about how glorious it would be to frame them and hang them on your wall…(sigh)…. or at least, that’s what I’ve been told.

Found in my room.

An old self portrait that still makes me smile.

I realized the other day how genuinely happy it makes me knowing that I’ve documented so many moments from my life, and in a way that speaks so clearly to me in retrospect. Being able to pick up a photo and open back up to a page in my life that held a feeling I knew I’d want to relive. “This is how he looked at me the moment after I realized that I actually love him…he had no idea” or “I was laughing so hard that there were tears in my eyes when I took this…” Not that anyone should necessarily give a shit, but it’s nice to be in possession of such things.

They often help me stay grateful.

I’ve been preoccupied, guys. My apologies.

The Tay