Let It Snow

My fingers are pink and numb, my nose tulipy red: I’ve just come back from prancing around in the snow, making snow angels, kicking up powdery light snowdust. Our boots sunk three inches deep. Light mound of snow layered the field, coated every surface, nook and crevice like frosting (Ah, Frosty!) The snow was too … More Let It Snow

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Lights & Sights in NYC

christmas carols blare from the sidewalk speakers on saks 5th ave slow-moving bustle of bodies of tourists shuffling from one street to the next of families waffling of citygoers incensed we dart into stores pretend to be buddy pretend we’re at gimbels pretend we’re all elves when we leave the store we weave the crowds … More Lights & Sights in NYC

Things That Aren’t | Photo Diary

I’ll oft take lots of mediocre photos that never see the light of its day. They aren’t “aesthetically pleasing” or, at least, worthy-of-the-gram–they’re usually a little weird or off-centered or discolored or blurry. Or, more frequently, mundane. There’s nothing breath-taking about them, no famous mountains or monuments grandly displayed in the background, just streets and lights … More Things That Aren’t | Photo Diary

Snowfall | First Snow

Snow came hailing (hailing hail, hail isn’t the one thing that hails) down all of Saturday, blanketed the city in a coat of white. On the walk back home, post snowball-fight and snowfall-shoot and snow-name-carving, we marveled at the small flakes, crystallized asymmetry, dainty and ephemeral.Pinprick patterns of cold dust, size of freckles. Imagine if … More Snowfall | First Snow

Life Updates

My boyfriend pointed out earlier today that I haven’t written much on my blog (“Well, sort of. I posted my art recently.” “No, I meant a journal entry.”) and for a moment I felt emotionally sweaty. Hm, well, why haven’t I? Because the thing is, I have been avidly writing, from midnight rants about psychology studies … More Life Updates

Violet

Time-lapse digital painting of a girl I’ve named Violet posing against a violet background. Like the song Violet by Daniel Caesar: you’re my violet in the sun.