emily blakely
I love Steven Alan. So flirty and feminine, yet so simple, clean, and elegant.
The first set of images are pulled from the Spring Collection and the last three are pulled from the Resort Collection. I especially love the short-haired model's make-up, a strong brow with subtle pink hues. I dont really wear make-up often, but looking natural, wearing make-up so it looks like you're not wearing make-up, is really the way to go.
About a month ago, I fell in love with this series via UrbanNautica. I'm just as much in love with color theory as I was ten years ago. In many ways, these remind me of Agnes Martin paintings. So calming. I like the hazy washed out sky, the desaturated colors paired with texture in the landscape.
I don't get jealous of too many photographers. This is an exception.
I have a crush on Michael Fassbender.
I think I know why. He shares a striking resemblance to a certain someone I know.
Bobby Sands: When you're hung from a cross you're gonna say anything. Jesus offers him a seat next to his daddy in a place called paradise you're always gonna put your hand up and have a piece of that.
Bobby Sands: I have my belief and in all its simplicity. That is the most powerful thing.
It’s one thing to make a picture of what a person looks like, it’s another thing to make a portrait of who they are.
– Paul Caponigro
I'd like to stay away from my computer... if at all possible, (not always possible) for the next two weeks. All posts within that time will be scheduled posts, with the possible exception of one from the road.
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The enemies of Truth
Convictions are more dangerous enemies of truth than lies.
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The Illusions of Idealists
All idealists imagine that the cause which they serve is essentially better than all other causes, and will not believe that if their cause is really to flourish it requires precisely the same evil-smelling manure which all other human undertakings have need of.
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Free Nature
We are so fond of being out among Nature, because it has no opinions about of us.
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The Hour-Hand of Life
Life consists of rare single moments of the greatest importance, and of countless intervals during which, at best, the phantoms of those moments hover around us. Love, the spring, every fine melody, the mountains, the moon, the sea––all speak, but once fully to the heart, if, indeed, they ever do quite attain to speech. For many people have not those moments at all, and are themselves intervals and pauses in the symphony of actual life.
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The Danger in Free Opinions
Frivolous occupation with free opinions has a charm, like a kind of itching; if one yields further, one begins to chafe the places; until at last an open, painful wound results; that is to say, until the free opinion begins to disturb and torment us in our position in life and in our human relations.
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Desire for Sore Affliction
When passion is over it leaves behind an obscure longing for it, and even in disappearing it casts a seductive glance at us. It must have afforded a kind of pleasure to have been beaten with this scourge. Compared with it, the more moderate sensations appear insipid; we still prefer, apparently, the more violent displeasure to the languid delight.
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Lonely People
Some people are so much accustomed to being alone in self-communion that they do not at all compare themselves with others, but spin out their soliloquizing life in a quiet, happy mood, conversing pleasantly, and even hilariously, with themselves. If, however, they are brought to the point of comparing themselves with others, they are inclined to a brooding underestimation of their own worth, so that they have first to be compelled by others to form once more a good and just opinion of themselves, and even from this acquired opinion they will always want to subtract and abate something. We must not, therefore, grudge certain persons their loneliness or foolishly commiserate them on that account, as is often done.
I went home for the Holidays. Actually, just for Christmas. New Years was spent in Topeka, Kansas… I really never would have thought I'd ever ring in the New Year in Kansas. Ever.
It's always strange to go back to the place you grew up. There is that person you were in the past associated with home and then there is the new person that is now dissociated with home. I think this feeling occurs because, typically, we've created a new home, either in an entirely new location, or within ourselves. And it doesn't relate to the old home we knew as a child.
This feeling exists even with family. I find myself wondering how much do I know my family and how much do they really know me? If it takes a lifetime to get to know someone, how can you really know a person? Maybe if I share the same DNA, I should automatically feel connected and in this connectedness know them well, but I don't think this is appropriate thinking. Everyone has inner chambers that refuse to be penetrated. I've often wondered if this is where true love happens… when two people feel safe enough to reveal their true identities, to risk feeling vulnerable from sharing their core selves. Maybe that's how two people arrive at home together. Being someone who doesn't believe in romantic love, it's something I think about often. Is home always a place? Or does it change wherever one moves? Is it a house or apartment you decide on as home? Or is it carried with you at all times?
Since I drove to Ohio, I had a good 18 hours to think about it, both there and back. One thing is for sure, I now feel more at home in the West than I ever have in the East. This is certainly not meant to insult my family. This is something that has been growing over time. The more time that is spent in Colorado and exploring the remoteness of the West, the more I've fallen in love with its wilderness and all it offers. I can't get enough of it.
I'll be turning 31 soon. Over the past three years, I've created a new birthday tradition. Every birthday is spent somewhere within nature. One was spent in Rocky Mountain National Park, another on the top of Pikes Peak, and last year, the Sand Dunes. This year it will be on escarpments in the Canyonlands. I'm giddy in anticipation.
Above is me on Pikes Peak (2010). More back of self pictures to come.
Life is a sum of all your choices.
— Albert Camus
The future is not a result of choices among alternative paths offered by the present, but a place that is created--created first in the mind and will, created next in activity. The future is not some place we are going to, but one we are creating. The paths are not to be found, but made, and the activity of making them, changes both the maker and the destination.
— John Schaar
I've said it before, I do not like New Years. I'm not someone who makes New Years resolutions either. I tried explaining my resolution-views recently, he either didn't understand what I was saying or he just didn't care. (Probably the latter, but still a worthwhile conversation.)
Those who make resolutions, often set themselves up for failure. They want dramatic change, right away.
Large life changes take time. If you try to force them... the change just won't happen. You can't adjust fast enough and the result is falling back on old habits, or possibly substituting them with similar, unhealthy habits.
This past year, I set goals throughout the year, rather than the beginning. I kept them manageable, allowed for setbacks, but I was steadfast (and stubborn) in making them happen. When I set my sights on something, I am determined. I want to follow through and I usually do.
One thing you can count on from me is more of these in 2012... to be taken in a tropical getaway and also a very remote, rural location abroad. They'll happen.
I understand why so many love New Years. It does feel good to leave a year (people, places, things, memories) behind. Starting fresh is always appealing.
2012, I'm ready.
In the past, I've tried going the economic-holiday-wishlist-route, finding items that were under a $100. Not this time. I went all out. It is, in fact, a WISHlist. So I thought, it needs to live up to its name.
If anyone in my family is reading this and you really want to get me one thing off this list... please, let it be the Leica... but since I know that's too pricey, I'll settle on the $25 hat.
–John Muir
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