proud.

So. I am extremely lucky to have some of the most amazing people in my life. And really, I do not mean for this to be a "hey look how awesome/lucky/privileged I am" kind of comment, but really, i am all of those things. I have been blessed to have two incredibly loving parents who are comprehensively supportive, loving, and simultaneously two of the coolest adults I have ever met.

my father is an extremely accomplished photographer, lecturer and teacher. and of course, in my opinion, his most beautiful work is his woods series. few of which have seen the world outside of his darkroom and then those orange boxes that line the walls of their barn. he has an unparalleled eye. though i might be a little partial.

http://davidgrahamphotography.com/

my mother is an encyclopedia of herbal information. Latin names, classifications, native uses, common uses, historic European uses. anecdotes from texts written in the 17th century, anecdotes from lectures, classes, and herb walks from every herbalist who has crossed paths with her. not to mention she has always kept our family healthy and happy with her vast medicine cabinet made of mostly homemade remedies.

http://inthestillroom.blogspot.com/

they are SO cool.

lately

summer adventures.

it's a sunday, my day off. and im sitting in my room, listening to the head and the heart.... thinking of things to put on my to do list for this weekend.
my mom is coming into town to visit.
the to do list looks like this:
-eat lunch
-go to the super thrift and root around for hidden treasures
-work on her blog so she can feel comfortable documenting her encyclopedic knowledge of the plant world.

it's going to be nice. we havent visited in a while, and sometimes its nice to just spend time together.
(a yippee dog is going nuts out side of my window. reason 100 not to have a dog)

the summer has been full of adventures thus far, and i've been lax about writing, mostly because i've been doing so many fun things. what a terrible terrible life.

i went to TWO (event) horse camps... and we did lots of fun stuff

my super glamorous mom watching x-country

camp #2. thats me. im practicing my drop position!

leaping out of the water.

and killin the stadium course

lemony tea on the 4th of july

bfast in my garden

beautiful okra flower

And here i am.... i just took this last one this morning after i ate that yummy breakfast of happy-chicken's eggs, beets i pulled from the ground with my own hands, and fried tomatoes from the csa. yumyumyum.

summer drink

1 lemon juiced.
2 count st germaine.
4 count vodka.
Mix in a shaker.
Serve on ice and fill to top with ginger ale.

Ahhhh.

totally delicious summer drink.

lusty

for drawers. mmmm

reclaimed wood as kitchen cabinetry. i would never pass it up. though i would love wide plank floors, or slabs of stone, though cold in the winter... cool and smooth on the feet

this would make for a fine wall in an old farmhouse. original floor. thick walls. view of the whole farm. 

yes please.

 

there are few things in this world i need. there are many i want... and for a long time in my life i just thought i liked most things super weird. but as i get older, my sense of who i am has been evolving. with that is my sense of style, aesthetics, and how the world around me effects how productive i am / how i go about.... writing, drawing. creating.

for one.... i need a space. i know i need a space... to stretch both body and mind. symbols of  the spiritual side are comforting. focusing agents. a door to close. melodies to transport.

and there are these visions of what i want to create in my dreamland farm/farmhouse. 

right now.... i can only dream.

what and who and wear

  all i want playing on the record player is bluegrass and old folky country. voices crooning, banjos twanging and the fiddle dancing. i want to live in my jeans and tall boots. old worn clothes soft in all the right places. weathered skin, taught across my body... from hours and hours of working my farm and riding the horses. 

i want to have chores and an open space that is mine.... with the possibility of emptiness or fullness. of plenty to do, and also time to explore all the things i havent had time to do yet.

the romantic in me wants to rise with sun. sit, after it falls with a drink rattling in hand, in a rocker or on the porch steps. a dog one one side a cat on the other. listening to the night creatures. more stars than i have seen thus far in my life stretching above me about to fall on my head.

 

i dont mind a hard life. i almost want it more. to grow alot of my own food. to go to sleep exhausted each night. wiped out, but happier than most can ever dream of.

i want these things to be the norm.

right now i love what i do. but there is more. this is just part of my path. the future gets closer and further away everyday. closer as i know it will happen. farther as each day is worth living instead of ignoring....

things i want to make

... or have made for me....

i think this is a beautiful, simple way to hold jewlwery, not that i have much, but itd be nice.... maybe with a pin or two to hang partiularly beautiful things on.

i also want to make lights out of mason jars.

and a few stools/small tables out of raw branches / tree bits.

thats all for now.. OH! just kidding. I also want to make some fun boxes to showcase my cool little knicknacks that are dumb if just placed around the house. the boxes will go on the wall.... maybe i can convince helen to make me some cool things, with sliding doors, or cool old hardware.