It's Been A While

Hey everyone!

It sure has been a long time since I have updated my blog. I had hopes of filling it with images and writings of Christmas times, travels, etc. but I have been in a whirlwind of commotion lately. I seem to be settling down pretty well, finally. I have a routine each week which helps me keep my head on straight. I have been doing a lot of photographing and working in the darkroom, furthering my passion to continue the rest of my life. This time of the year I always find myself meeting great people and feeling optimistic on the days ahead. My journal is quickly filling with polaroids and writings. The weather the past few days has been absolutely stunning! I enjoy life the most with my windows rolled down and Johnny Cash running through my speakers. Rain is soon to come though, but the sun will find it's way once again.

I have been doing quite a bit of writing, more than usual for my usual work load. I've been studying the writing style of Virginia Woolf in a literature class. Though the book has its struggles, the writing is a style that I am growing to admire.
Here is a small part from an assignment I had to do with incorporating Woolf's style with my own memories. And of course I am writing about Orange Beach, a place that I am missing this time of the year in land-locked Tennessee..

"The beaches were intensified, after the months up North to go away to Orange Beach; to have our own house; our own sands; to have the Bay; the Gulf; the piers; Sunset Bay; Joe’s Joy; Joe’s Toy; Pirates Cove; the Wolf Bay Lodge; to hear the waves breaking the first night behind the crackle screen; to run in the sands; to sooth out on my father’s yacht; to wade through the blades of sea-oats; to duck behind the pole in nights shadow to watch the sea fish school; or cast line with hooks on point; to find crabs amongst the traps so deep; to pick off barnicals; to glance through the trees from the family room; to watch the lights dance across the bay; watching the moss of the water oaks almost touch the earth; to go to Sam's for that summertime ice cream; to prowl about Uncle Toms- Aunt Georgia wore the patriotic colors of summer most often; to recall all the foreign smells the ocean breeze blows at night; to hear that mile-out buoy wrestle with the Gulf’s waves; and the sound of grandmother’s broom swooshing under the raised oak deck; every morning to wake for grandfather’s hot-cakes with golden brown rims and spread butter glaze with log cabin syrup; and endless milk glass that accompanied bacon strips as crisp as the water oak bark… I could fill pages remembering one thing after another..."


I wish everyone the best and check back for upcoming post... and I promise it won't be another month and a half!