Pumpkin tiiiiiiiime.

We make art together. Even in the form of pumpkins...

and the cars go by and by and by...

It's 11 o'clock on a Tuesday. I have to wake up early for work. So what do I do? I grab my camera, run outside, and take photos of the snow.

Sometimes I tend to forget that it's ok to not be a grown up and have fun. My body will hate me in the morning from lack of sleep...but I don't care :).

I'm listening to Greg Laswell, taking deep breaths and trying to remind myself to slowwww dowwwwwn.

peaceouthomies

lovely lovely weekend.

Friday: Went on a date with the BF to my favorite Thai restaurant and discussed what we wanted to be for halloween. I suggested zombies because they are "so in" right now. I even have a dreads wig that i could wear, cuz then people would really "dread" me as a zombie...get it get it??? ha.. I'm a nerd.

Saturday: Stayed in an watched football

Sunday: Shopping and scarf making

over all pretty amazing :)

p.s. my entire outfit was thrifted... i'm thrifty ;)

Sara and Kyle

I have known Sara for years and when she asked me to do her engagement/wedding photos, i was thrilled! Here is a little taste of their session. Aren't they adorable?!?

waking up to snow makes me pensive...

i wonder what percentage of people in the world are actually doing what they love. this was brought up yesterday in conversation. i guessed 5% and upon this comment, Ryan threw up his hands and said "then i reject the world!" (part of the reason why i like him so much).

it's sad really. more people should stop what they dread waking up in the morning for and do what they love.

i am a hypocrite.

i wake up at 7am and go to an office and spend 40+ hours a week there.

let's start a passion revolution. who's with me?

....too bad passion doesn't always pay the rent. (and with that, i have been thrown back into reality)

sigh.

love. love. love.

Oh river, won't you take me out into the sea...

O wind, won't you sweep me up into the sky
So I can get a better look
At this life of mine
And pick me up and twist me
Around so I can see
Everything around me now

O won't you embrace me

O river won't take me
Out into the sea
So I can get a good look back
At the land that grounds me
and then a little further out
So I can feel alone
Much more than I have these days

O then won't you embrace me
O won't you embrace me

I figure there is time
Later on to move along
From this there is time
Enough of it for right or wrong
I figure there is time
So go easy on me
And let me stay here a while
Stay here awhile

O wind won't you take me up to the sky
I can get a good look down at this life of mine
River won't you take me out and to the sea
I can get a good look back at the land that grounds me

Land that grounds me


-Greg Laswell

Fall Fall Fallingggggg.

When all of my friends were bummed about summer being over, I was always ecstatic to venture into fall.

The air
The leaves
The sweaters
The scarves
Driving with the windows down just taking in all of the smells and sights.
Gaaaaahhhhhhhh. i love it.

I've always been this way.

That is all.

LOVE

Tea for Two

He's lovely. Because he drinks green tea with me.....he's lovely for other reasons too ;)

I'm truly happy for the first time in a long time.

Happy Fireworks day! BOOM BOOM BOOM. Also my boyfriend is a blanket monster.

I had a lot of fun messing around with my camera during the fireworks :). Obviously.....

:)

Photography is my passion. No. It’s more than that. It partly defines who i am. There’s something about that moment, that one moment where i see IT. I see what it is that’s special right then and there. It’s in an expression. It’s the way the wind blows. It’s just there. Something inside me tells me when to press my finger and capture what makes up that moment in time. It’s almost magical. It’s exciting and spectacular and sometimes breath-taking. Let me take your photo :)

Purpose.

Very rarely am I inspired to write anything. When I am inspired, I get bored of my ideas and let them sit. and sit. and sit. I let them sit so long that I forget that they are there and I forget the purpose for which they were thought up. I'm going to try and complete this thought.

Today I began thinking about life. Why are we here? Are we here to pro-create? are we here to bring humor to God with how many times we screw up? Are we here to become doctors or lawyers or teachers or firefighters? Are we here to lie and cheat our way up the corporate ladder? Are we here to make money so we can buy beautiful things that sit on our shelves? What is our purpose? What self-help book can I buy to help me find fulfillment in my life? Is there even one? If there is, I'd like to see that...

So many people waste their lives searching for the unattainable and then they die. And those who manage to attain such delicacies will die (yes everyone dies), and then what?

Here's a thought...

What if we aren't defined by our careers or what car we drive. What if we let God define us and we spread his love to those who need it most. Heck, let's spread it to everyone. isn't that what truly matters? So instead of sitting here with my headphones on in this Starbucks, maybe i'll try talking to helmet guy over there. Or math guy sitting at that table. Or the old couple sitting in the corner sipping from the same coffee cup. What if i listened to their stories and ideas and hopes and dreams? Maybe all they need is a smile. Let's change the world one smile at a time, eh? Doesn't that sound lovely?

Love and Love and Love and Lovvvvvvvvvve :)

oh hi.

we're cute.

life.

not knowing not knowing not knowing.
what happens next.
what now?
what now?
what now?
tired. so tired.
worn. so worn.
closer than ever.
farther. farther farther.
what now?
what next?
what now?

let's dance and dance and dance.

Let it be me.

This is the most beautiful thing i've heard in a while.

Ray Lamontagne.
Let it be me.





There may come a time, a time in everyones life
where nothin seems to go your way
where nothing seems to turn out right
there may come a time, you just cant seem to find your way
for every door you walk on to, seems like they get slammed in your face
thats when you need someone, someone that you can call.
and when all your faith is gone
feels like you cant go on
let it be me
let it be me
if its a friend that you need
let it be me
let it be me
feels like your always commin on home
pockets full of nothin and you got no cash
no matter where you turn you aint got no place to stand
reach out for something and they slap your hand
now i remember all to well
just how it feels to be all alone
you feel like youd give anything
for just a little place you can call your own
thats when you need someone, someone that you can call
and when all your faith is gone
feels like you cant go on
let it be me
let it be me
if its a friend you need
let it be me
let it be me

So what.

I take random pictures of construction workers. Not sure how it started. Ask my sister.

mmmmm. yummy ;)

Hoot and a Half

I'm a hoot. She's a half. She's far away. She comes home soon. People accuse us of being married. We sit around and talk about what spiders think about. We make fun of Justin Timberlake. We lived together and played with chalk. We went to 24 hour starbucks at 3 am. We made feasts out of whatever we had in our kitchen. We had JELLO thursdays.

'Nuff said yo. Don't judge.

It was one of those weeks...

I stubbed my toe and swore in front of my sister but she didn't care because she was too busy watching the long program figure skating competition. story of my life. then i was late to that thing and then they didn't make my drink right. then i looked down and my toe was bleeding. then i went to work and left my wallet at home. then i made someone mad at me. then i played frisbee golf. then i read a book and danced to jamaraqui. then i slept a little and dreamt about stuff. then i put a band-aid on my toe then. i took pictures of stuff. then i played online scrabble with my entire family with 5 laptops in the same room. then i bought conditioner and laughed at that one thing that was funny.

What I've been listening to lately.

Coconut Records....oh. my. wordly wordson. It's Jason Schwartzman's band project. I'm in love. I kick your face if you don't know who he is....

This is me on a good day.

That is all.

You, Me, and the rain.

The rain won't let up. The sun has been hiding. Maybe it's on vacation. Maybe it's on strike. Maybe it's depressed. Maybe it's playing a joke on us.

I wanna drive.

Let's listen to the rain as it sings along with our favorite songs. Or as our favorite songs sing along to the rain.

Let's roll the windows down and catch the rain. We'll catch as much as we can until the cold and the wetness become unbearable.

Let's drive until the little yellow lines on the road run out.

Let's admire the way the traffic and street lights reflect on the wet pavement, melting together into one giant piece of art.

Let's forget about our jobs and responsibilites and immerse ourselves in the here and now.

Let's get away. Our mini vacation in the rain.

I believe I could be quite happy this way. Forever. In your arms. Kissed by the rain.

This is fantastic.

This will be Rachel and I later on....And I'm ok with that.
Found in a box of photos at my parent's house.
I'm guessing that they're spying on their dashing (yes, I said dashing) young neighbor.
Or one of them farted and they're trying to find relief.

I keep dropping my falafels!

You know you're a grown up when you have a business card. I Truly believe this is the defining moment. This is when you go "awww maaaaan. I'm a grown up." Something inside the pit of your stomach sinks and you could vomit or run away. With that said, I recieved my business cards for my new grown up job. Shucks. I got over the initial shock and l didn't run away. However, the aftershock is nostalgia. Lately I've been trying to figure out where my life went. Whenever I feel like this, I make my sorry self get out of bed and go to my parent's house. So yesterday I hung out with my family. When I got there, we immediately started reminicsing about our favorite stories and embarrassing moments (most belonging to me). i.e. when I was little, I would throw up whenever I got excited about anything. Anything. I missed my friend's birthday parties because of this, I would throw up on my grandma when she would come to visit, I threw up the day my younger brother was born. Sometimes I would get so sick I would lie under the table at restaurants while my family enjoyed their meals. I also would choke on a lot of things. I ruined my sister's 6th birthday party at her favorite mexican restaurant because I choked on a chip. The paramedics had to come. While revisiting all these memories, my mother, the kind sweet hearted lady that she is, could not stop laughing. It was the kind of laughing where tears started to stream down her face and she couldn't breath. After a good while, she managed to regain some composure and inbetween gasps for air, she said "Rebekah, I can't remember going to a restaurant or party without you getting sick or choking on something!" That pretty much sums up my childhood, I guess. At least in my mother's eyes. Awesome. Nah, I'm kidding. I had a great childhood. Parts of it still linger in my life today and I still enjoy certain things like coloring or watching cartoons. So my questions is this: Will I lose my sense of childhood adventure now that I have a grown up job and go to bed at 11 and wake up at 7? I hope not, but I might have to prepare myself to move forward. Sad.

I love Sundays...

I forgot what good coffee tastes like. Thank you, favorite coffee shop. Have nice day!

That is all.