its rainy and sad and lovely today.

I'm at the library, watching the clouds roll by through big, square windows.

the weather is changing. Its not as warm. Its my favorite, right in between cold and warm.

I am finishing my Series this weekend, to be exhibited later this month. It is exciting.

I am hoping to publish a book soon afterwards, I've been doing some talking and its certainly in the works.

its been murphy's law the past couple of days.

driving me up a wall.

I think this past week I've cried more, and smiled more, than I have in quite some time.

you've been on my mind.

complacent.

the grey in the sky seems to dull so many minds

imagine the tip of an iceberg.

that tip of an iceberg would be a speck

of a microcell

of a piece of dust

on a piece of fuzz

on a needle

in a neverending haystack

that I just spent eleven days learning.

un

fathomable.

I find myself lost.

what a lovely paradox to be.

I have been in Italy for six days and a few hours.

It smells sweeter here.

and the people are more beautiful.

and the language is unfathomable.

eleesabetta

there is nothing.

that isn't beautiful in this country.

ill stowaway here.

took a photo of a man on a bicycle.

this place has stolen my heart.

its exhausting living in wonderland while everyone else is in the real world.

pass the sugar please.

its so humid lately.

my thoughts have been heavy.

I feel big things coming, and changing, and evolving, and dissolving.

I keep tieing my heart strings into knots.

into nots.

My first batch from my zenit.

how this summer feels.

how the grass whisps.

this instrument is successfully capturing how things have been for me.

and to think.

its only my first try with this camera.

soon.

my spirits been itchy.