Went antiquing and thrifting the other day.
Found so many treasures, and photographed a few today.
My favorite is a little milk jar that I've put some dried flowers in.

the petals are crisp.

im not sure
how i spent the first half of my life not knowing this person.

patience.

For however many years I have dreamed of the northern french seaside,
of normandie, where it is soft, easy. a quiet little place with jonathan, 

and one day perhaps a quiet little face.

whenever I get overwhelmed, I go there in my mind.

I sit by the rocks, my toes in icy waters. and forget this place, and whisper to myself,

nevermind them at all.

lets sail away to the beaches of normandie.

one day soon.

i love
this season.

well its true.