i was called elizabeth

walking into my parents bedroom, 12 years old.

the room shines with fresh sunlight.

so many plants and flowers around the room.

i stop to smell the hyacinths.

there's a card open on my mothers night-stand.

it's from an old friend.

i don't read the whole thing.

just bits and pieces.

then i notice something, my name.

the words still ring in my head.

'and lauren is growing up so fast! in the photo you sent me she looks so beautiful, already so young. and those eyebrows! like a classic elizabeth taylor.'

i was called elizabeth.

and the notion has stuck in my head, timeless, forever.

Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor

February 27th, 1932 - March 23rd, 2011

shoot - part one

a couple weeks ago, i had a shoot with kat and katie; and i really loved how the photos turned out. especially since, like my last shoot with kat, we were fighting the sunset.

anyway, i wanted to share the photos with you and because i shot three rolls of film, i've split the photos up into two posts. i'll be sharing the second set (which include most of my favorites.) next week.

i've been missing photography and i'm excited to start doing more shoots when possible.

let me know what you think of the shoot, i'd love your feedback!

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half of my heart

today, while cleaning i found this set of folded up papers and i thought i'd share it with you. believe it was written sometime last summer or fall. some parts are silly, but i kind of like that i wrote it 100% in honesty.

half of my heart...

stays up until 4am withought thinking. getting lost in memories and writing.

reads twilight and could care less about charles dickens.

hates health food and wishes for a pill that lost the weight for you.

wants to sell every possession and obession and just go. get out of america and live life.

desperately wants to play natalie maines in a biopic.

tell a boy i've loved for almost two years how i feel.

wants twilight to be real and become alice cullen. bella's not who i am and edward needs to get a grip.

hates hard work.

needs a velcro-hug that lasts a lifetime.

hates digital cameras.

despises that everyone and their grandmother can be 'a photographer' these days.

doesn't get abstract art. at all.

wants to have a threesome with robert pattinson and kristen stewart.

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oh my goodness, what a difference a new year can make. anyway, thought it was kind of silly and wanted to share, with no shame whatsoever, haha.

here's what i'm listening to today, it's giving me such hope and inspiration:


^the image i got for my copy. you can see more here.

win butler's voice is so beautiful and fluid, it's like something from a different time.


also, here are some artlicles that have been inspiring me lately:

on impossible project film from fieldguided, i now want to re-try using my polaroid 220.

happy things to end the week with from my caela. happiness = love.

this post on thinking before you ink from danielle. hit home and touched my heart, so much.


hope you're having a lovely wednesday!

life - part one

maybe i'm alone in this, i hope not, but it's a good possibility. letting go, i'm learning more about, it's a process. but this, is somewhat different.

is it too much to ask, to be shown favor? at least every once and a while? just because, not only for you've gone out of your way for the attention?

what is it that makes others so much more special? i don't get it. i don't know what you see in her. in him. in them. why are they so much more important that i'm the last to know or last to be mentioned in anything and everything?

question mark. question mark. question mark.

call me crazy, but it does feel good to be noticed and favored over others, right? not that i would know, un-sarcastically, i would not and do not know.

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another note: what is it that makes someone so interesting that they have SO many people interested in them?

i love every one of my followers, that over a hundred people, most of whom i don't even know care to read what i write is amazing.

but sometimes i look or read a blog and wonder how they have so many people interested in 'following' it.

HEAR ME OUT. and don't think of me in a bad light, because i certainly can't be the only one, or am i?

tell me, what is it you like in a blog and makes it worth hitting that follow button. because this topic has been on my mind the past couple days.

enlighten me. be as nice or mean as you'd like.

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thank you for letting me vent, sort of. it's much appreciated.