resolution

i usually find new years resolutions kind of ridiculous, but I have 2 serious commitments I'm going to make this year (& by serious, I mean that I'm going to take them seriously - they are far from actually serious): 

1- blog more! write more! read more! 

2- take more photos (& take better photos). I'm considering Project 52 this year...

Happy New Year! Bonne Année! 

xx

ridiculous ludicrous preposterous absurd silly outlandish

i could go on.

when it comes to photographs, i am completely & utterly absurd. i love photography. i love taking photographs. & as much as i love photos of places & things, they lack that third piece we often use in describing nouns: people. i think people are the most difficult to capture & i have such respect for anyone who can take a good picture of someone. i'm really interested in portrait & wedding & fashion photography mostly because they involve people. & isn't that the most intriguing subject.

until i actually find the time & money to take another photography class, i spend my time experimenting with photos of myself. this is where the ridiculous aspect comes in. half of my iphoto is made up of photos of myself. & that's a lot considering i upload about 1000 pictures a month from my cameras. narcissism: i have an entire set dedicated to it on my flickr (& yes I am shamelessly linking it...).

i came across this photo because i hopelessly behind on my photo updates; Blog, facebook & flickr wise.  Now that i'm all done school & exams, i have time to update, but with how far behind i am this task is suddenly incredibly daunting. i realize this is ridiculous. it's not like editing photos is even real work. & it's not as if i don't enjoy it. i'm just slightly peeved at myself for getting so far behind. & my computer is slightly peeved that i accidentally screwed up my iphoto...(my laptop is over 3 years old & slightly temperamental when it comes to iphoto. oh how i wish I had iLife 08.) 

anyways, seeing as editing helps put of working on my cv, i really can't complain. back to gilmore girls, peppermint tea & photo edits, it is...

hello vanity...

magic

It snowed! I'm not talking the little bit of frost you sometimes get after a particularly cool fall evening. I'm not even talking that first skiff of snow we always get in early October. I'm talking real, full blown, gorgeous snow. The kind that makes it kind of hard to walk properly. You end up sliding around everywhere & doing a sort of waddle to keep from falling on your tailbone. The kind that is so white that in the streetlights make it look like a sprinkle truck unloaded its contents all over the street. The kind that comes with big fat snowflakes you can catch on your tongue. The kind that covers the world in a white blanket & makes you want to stay inside & sip hot cocoa by the fire, watching the snowflakes dance outside. There's nothing like the first magical snowfall to remind you why everyone wishes for a white Christmas.

One more month

in one month I get to see this again:

xoxo

I used to be _____ but I'm not anymore

Two people with whom I've reconnected in the past few days have commented that they always thought they'd read something of mine one day. It's kind of ... I suppose disconcerting to get this sort of feedback on the direction people thought your life would take. And, frankly, so did I.

I remember how in grade 12, my English teacher burst out laughing when I told him what undergrad program I'd selected. He thought it was a waste and that I belonged in English.

Post high school, writing as a hobby just got shoved aside and shelved like all my other hobbies ... and I just never picked them back up again. But I still think about writing all the time. In fact, I think in narration ... my inner dialogue is third person, and constantly being edited and revised. I'll mentally rehearse a dozen ways of describing scenes. I think in terms of characters and plot and mood and setting. There are so many unwritten novels in my head. But any sort of creative writing that I do now - a rarity, really - feels so awkward and stilted.

I would like to be read.

It's hard enough to be published if you're really talented. And, as much as I would like to be, I'm afraid I'm not.

dèjà l'hiver

Elle s'étonne, le temps passe si vite, déjà Noël, déjà l'hiver, déjà demain et rien ne bouge, voilà le problème, en effet, notre vie est immobile et la terre continue de tourner. -Delphine de Vigan


I can feel it in the air: winter. Here's to late nights in a courtyard with friends from all over the word. Wine, melon, crayfish & vodka. To random nights, with amazing people. To staying out until all hours without a coat. To sunburns & freckles. 


To summer. 

Love

 My cousin got married last weekend in Toronto &, fortunately, I was able to make it out. It had been a long time since I'd last seen that side of the family so not only was that lovely, but the wedding was as well. Here is a preview of a few of my very favourite photos from the night so far. The rest will go up on my flickr, but here's the first glimpse!

Bubbles instead of confetti

Bubbles

Bride & Groom

First Dance