Saturday, February 26, 2011

there will come a time, you'll see

02.25.11

I'm going to go ahead and continue with my "February sucks" theme by saying that I was denied, once again, from grad school.
I guess I'm upset.
I did want to go...I think.
I'm not sure. I really wanted some direction in life, and I was hoping that a MFA program would help me out on that front. Now I'm back to square one. No school. No job. Is there something wrong with me? I'm really sad about it. But really, I'm not.
I'm confused.
Maybe photography isn't my future. I mean, I barely take pictures anymore, nor do I get the same joy out of it that I once did. I'm not sure what makes me happy these days.
I don't mean for this post to be a pity party for me or anything. I'm oddly okay with my life being in the shitter. I'm just thinking out loud, excuse me. I suppose I just focus on the wonderful people that I have in my life (which includes a new group of middle-aged individuals who I connect with much better than anyone my own age). I think about that if I never came here, I wouldn't have met them. And I don't know what I would do without them.
If you've noticed my other favorite theme, Mumford and Sons, I'll elaborate on that too. I bought that album when I came to Chicago, and I don't think a day has gone by without listening to it. "After the Storm" has gotten me though my toughest times here (which mainly have occurred during this horrible, rotten, no good month). I'm not sure what I would do without it. Does anyone else feel this way with songs? I should pay my respects for it, somehow.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

winter winds

Sorry I have been away for so long. I would love to be able to tell you that I have just been so busy with "life" that I just haven't had time to post. Buttt, reality is, I think I've been too depressed to post anything. I don't take pictures (that aren't from my phone) much these days. It's so cold.

I feel like I've been kicked off a horse, but while I was trying to get back on, it just kicked the shit out of me. And once in the face for good measure. I promise that I'll do something interesting soon. Until then, watch this, because these guys are amazing. End of story.


Friday, February 18, 2011

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

on my windowsill

02.15.11

I'm such a busybody. I always have to know what's going on, so I look out my window for really, a big chunk of my day. So today, I provided some refreshments.

Monday, February 14, 2011

the best 8 minutes and 14 seconds of my life



PS- I'm totally head over heels in love with Mumford and Sons banjo player.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Saturday, February 12, 2011

мастер и маргарита

"But would you kindly ponder this question:
What would your good do if
evil didn't exist, and what would the
earth look like if all the shadows
disappeared?"

Friday, February 11, 2011

milwaukee- north west line

02.11.11

I feel as though all I do nowadays is sit in these Metra stations and watch the freight trains go by...

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

the ohio blues

02.08.11

Turns out, I don't want to be here either.

Monday, February 7, 2011

from the archives

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I'm missin' these gals hardcore tonight and impromptu dance party/photo shoots, courtesy of the Knife.
I mean, how could you not love faces like these?

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Thursday, February 3, 2011

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LSD when there aren't 400 abandoned cars on it.

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My poor little street




PS- On my way home from the lake I cut through the zoo, and while I was in the lion hall the lion started roaring. It was kind of terrifying, but kind of really, really awesome.

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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

chance of snow, 100%

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You know that point in someone's relationship, where they're living together, and spending every waking moment together, but one isn't sure that they want the relationship to continue? Yeah. Winter and I need to spend some time apart.