Hey hey hey

June 6, 2014

Hey chicks!  Ug, I miss all of y'all so much!!! I really, really, really, really do.  I know things are never clear when it comes to me (sorry), but things are staying the way they are, unfortunately...  Just wanted to pop in and say hey.  Actually, I came to mention that I started a facebook page just for photography (nope! not personal!) IF y'all care to check it out.  I'd appreciate any support from you :)

Hey.  I love y'all.
Sleep tight!

p.s. don't let the bed bugs bite

You're not supposed to leave without a proper good bye

January 29, 2014

I was thinking today how your first impressions mold the way people think about you.  First impressions are pretty important- most people will judge you by the way you come in.  Then when you leave they have a way of thinking about you going.  You're just not supposed to leave without the proper good bye.

I guess I'm a goner.  But it's funny, there are no fireworks, no cutting lines to tell you where you are and where you aren't, and what's more life goes on.  Who knew?  Actually, I miss it a lot.  But I can't come back and I suppose all this happened at the right time- you just get busier and busier as you age.

The other day I watched the sky.  Why is it so moody in the winter?  The clouds were the sky and they shifted to the left- slowly- showing in patches the bare blue underneath (or I guess on top).

I love photography.  I'm learning to do it for me and my satisfaction.  It's fun and boring and wholesome.  My pictures, honestly, have gotten much better- in my eyes.  I want to enter a few real live contests and maybe send my pictures of the Delta to the newspaper and maybe the country magazine- just so I can say I did it.  But I don't think photography will ever be more than a secondary job- at best.  I'm thinking about going into nursing... so photography may not even come out of the hobby stage.

So this is the good bye I should have written a long time ago.  Except none of it is really a good bye.  Because my life does not belong online anymore.  It can't.  You really can't reach me online anymore- if you ever wanted to.  I'm unplugged indefinitely.  So... good bye to this little space.  I still love y'alls blogs when I can catch a glimpse.

"I too am not a bit untamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world." -Walt Whitman
 

A journal piece v.2

October 4, 2013

My friend and I were musing the other day about this year's fall.  For once, it came on its birthday (not a month afterwards) and with all the wind, rain, and gray skies it is known for.  It is gray right now- the sky is all murky and cloudy.  Mama says it looks like rain and I really hope it can hold off until my pillowcases are off the line- today is Friday and I clean on Friday.  I bought a bouquet of weeds from the cutest little girl today.  The red flowers sit with the other half dozen plants on the window sill over our bed.  The spider plants I mentioned a few weeks ago?  I hung them in the crepe mertle tree.  See, it's shady in there, but they can still get rained on.  The heads of the mother plants stick out, and the babies (I think) have finally begun to poke out of the roots, as is the way with spider plants.  Last night Morgan and I hung up a bulletin board and started decorating it this morning with pictures we've cut out from magazines, trying to make it as artsy as this one does.  It is starting to look good.  I lit a candle today and the room smells like cinnamon.

It smells like fall.

Cattle-trailer-driving

September 28, 2013

It's amazing how fast a group of five can rush outside, turn into wild, squealing, excited things, and board a cattle trailer.  It's amazing how fast a trailer moves, compared to how a regular vehicle feels moving.  And the wind wipes all over everyone's faces and causes short breaths and gasping and laughing.  It also feels like the beginning of fall (which it is, but when you actually feel it, it is something else).

Blurriness isn't such a bad thing.  It's one of the most natural things in life- and somehow these pictures couldn't be right without being blurry.

Friday night, to kick off the weekend, Daddy took us cattle-trailer-driving.  I went down a road I've never been before, watched the colors drain from the sky, and well, was a redneck.

-gabby