No Boundaries

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Daisy's Child

Soft creamy white petals cradle my room in the airy morning light while a sweet serenade ring a tune in its corners. It felt wonderful to run my fingers along the shutter button of my camera and lift the strap around my neck. My cousin is over and so, of course, I dressed her up in daisies from our front yard and told her to "say cheese!".

Tired Bones

Summer is passing in a slow lull. It feels like I have too many ideas and no way of making them come to life. Photographs pulse through my veins and run through my head at night, while I stare at the ceiling and envision tales through the lids of my eyes. Everything I want to do and want to see this summer is packed in a big folder filed in my brain. 

While my mind becomes a river of swirling thoughts and ideas, I'm stuck at home studying for exams coming in a few months or working. My camera is catching dust and all I can do is watch. At night my bones are tired and I curl up to read Jane Eyre with a cup of tea.

I promised myself that this beautiful summer will not pass between the walls of my home and the pages of my study book. So I will have adventures and brush the dust of my camera. I will go on film adventures with my new Holga and print dusty looking photographs to stack in my journal. I will work, yes, but I will spend time with friends and laugh equally. I will make this summer one to remember.

To Grow Trees

We played with dirt underneath our toes and leaves in our hair. We cradles ourselves in the branches and we grew like the trees. Like balloons with cut strings, I realized, life is so fleeting. We travel our life without knowing where the time goes, and all we can do is live in the here and the now.

I Dream of Windows

Light bounces off the dusty walls, it hits the glass of the opaque windows. I dream of light that dances on the wooden floor, it creates shapes of a child's book. I see light that looks like a dream as it fills the corners of the dusty room and the swirls it paints on the far side of the small room. The light when it's trapped behind a wooden door, escaping only through a tiny opening of its keyhole. Can I open the door?

Instagram Me

Things change, people leave, and time goes on. Life doesn’t stop for anyone.

Urban Tiger

We roamed the streets and crossed lights, weaving through people in the city. We shopped later in the afternoon, came across a quiet bookstore and Urban Outfitters.