Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, August 15, 2013

LATELY


The church history tour posts are coming soon, I can promise you that. But until then, here is a little list of current happenings/things I'm loving lately:
 
-This poem by Sarah Kay. (the rest of the video is pretty good, too). (yay for TED talks).
-Planning new upcoming photo shoots.
-This documentary, because I love photography & I love fashion & I love old men & I love documentaries in general, so this one is basically made for me.
-How everyone is wanting to set me up with their friend/nephew/coworker/boy they took braces off the other day. Is this what being almost 18 feels like?
- I'm really into the work of Tyler Knott Gregson lately; he's attractive and has some rad tattoos and is a pretty great photographer, but mostly I just love his poetry. Check out some of my very favorites of his here, here, here, here, here, here, here & here. Also I'm really excited about the new book deal he just got! Definitely buying that one. 
-Photographing a wedding.
-Old friends that move back to Oregon (Hey Haley! Here's your shout out!)
-This blog. Not only is LL cute & stylish, but she's also a super inspiring writer. I may or may not have started following her on instagram & twitter, too. & she may or may not be my newest girl crush.
-Knee length destroyed denim skirts. (two of my favorite examples found here & here). I mean, 90s much? Fantastically terrible much? I'm in love.  
-& last but not least- this is the story of my life.
 
 

Saturday, April 13, 2013


who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

always
it's
Spring) and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves.
-e.e.cummings