Cliff+Christen | Sneak Peak

[A Wonderful Washington Weekend Wedding]

Love story is coming. 

Love is coming. 

Love is here. 

No man is an island

I've recently had the chance to visit my siblings in Kauai, Hawaii and am loving every second of it. 

Soon. 

More Images soon. 

Aloha, Laura

Cliff + Christen

I had the beautiful chance to shoot this fun and very much engaged couple this spring in Texas. 

The light was perfect and so were Cliff and Christen. 

I'm looking forward to seeing more of the beautiful couple soon, but for now, a preview.

Go get married, world.

Remembering

A friend recently reintroduced me to Wendell Berry  the poet farmer man. His work is a breath of fresh air, that smells a lot like clean, honest ground soil. I've been refreshed by his reminding me to remember lately. "What we need is here."

To Do: pt II

'Spring Camping"

BT Photo Disk
Dryer Lint
matches
water
refill kerosene
paper
sleeping bag
comforter, sheets
coffee+filter holder
mess kit
mugs
bread

Man does not live by bread alone.

Summer Status

Here comes the summer. 

Ready or not. 

To Do: pt. I

1. I love lists. 
2. I love making them, finding them, recreating them, photographing them. I love lists.
3. I love words put down in dutiful order, representing tasks that take up more than just the space of a 6 letter word.

I love:

The clustered closeness of To Do lists: a profound peek into the personal priorities of time.  

That sighing, brainstorming, 'what-is-everything-I-possibly-need-to-get-done" moment when what's inside the head, -bouncing, gnawing, scooping up attention- is suddenly birthed on to a page in a frenzy of scribbled ball point ink or No.2 pencil. 

The creative potential of grocery lists: how many meals could you make featuring an avocado, after all?

The Shopping lists around Holidays: What began as a scrap utility bill now suddenly morphed into gadsby of dictator. Popcorn maker for Mom? Check. Light-up bug net (Batteries not included)? Check. AAA Batteries? Check. And on... 

The casualness of the quickly written note, the transfer of life. When I find a discarded list in the bottom of a shopping cart or near my feet when I step out of the car, my heart leaps. I snatch the list up, delighting in a small piece of life treasure.
I am an archaeologist, observing historic cultures and people groups; I study the way the world once was, that different age and moment in which a post-it note well fulfilled it's purpose by being submitting to the scribble of a pen before the walk out the door. "I'm picking up paint. Please get your things out of the bathroom. XO "

  The next moment I am a psychologist in a small windowed room with a clip board, probing the writer for memories and emotions. "Your 'H's' seem a little staunch today, how are things with your mother?" I'd say. 

I love the potential that comes with every library due-date slip, parking ticket and disgruntled bookmark found.  I keep some, send some. Gleaning ideas for my own. 

I've recently reviewed some of my own lists taken down on a post-it, a gas receipt or the 'drafts' folder on my dorky cell phone and it sparked an idea. 

Below is glimpse in to my listy life. The beginning of a poetic series on planning and purpose and production.

April Triad 

I. "Render"

Export Images

Call D

Start Tax Prep

Give to God what is God's

II. "Adjustment"

Write thank you notes. Edlins/Micale/Jill

Call jen.

Finsh englunds.

Book tickets.

Wrap gifts.

Call Court Schedule Hearing for missing license plate.

Buy front plate holder.

Must. Change. Attitude.

III. "Restless"

Ipod+journal + pens

camera + 50mm adapter

essential oils from Grandma

think, recovering biblical manhood/womanhood

blog?

Mail B's disk

Cash check

bring pictures for client meeting stuff

suitcase blue+ cowbag

shoes, boots

These boots were made for walkin'.

Walkin'

Laura

Tear and Share

That moment when you open an old file and find an old saying. 

An old[er] photograph. 

Words, like smells carry memories. 

Found this image on an old hard drive and it brought me back to when I was just beginning to dream. 

This image brings me right back to being fifteen, face stuffed in a book in the back of the library, scribbling sayings in a little book -not because I knew what they meant and wanted to remember the idea behind them, but because they sounded beautiful when I read them out loud. Mostly to myself. 

Sometimes to others.

 The name Winston always reminds me of this quote, while Churchill always reminds me of a white hotel in the mountains and a photograph of a man on a bicycle. What words carry strong memories in your world?



kiki

Like snow.

Like Snow

By Wendell Berry, Leavings

Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly,
leaving nothing out.

Is my soul asleep.

Found this one on the deep basement shelf of Von's. 
Is your soul asleep?

Is My Soul Asleep?

Is my soul asleep?
Have those beehives that work
in the night stopped? And the water-
wheel of thought, is it
going around now, cups
empty, carrying only shadows?

No, my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open
far-off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.

Antonio Machado