Posts Tagged ‘with the canon’

  • November 14, 2013

    portland, i love you {part 3}


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    number two on the list and so many college flashbacks. not just of solitary walks across st. john’s on the days I felt too overwhelmed to be around people or anything other than blue sky and green steel. but flashbacks too of the outdoor life lived in portland. of hikes at forest park and multnomah falls. of one billion parks (okay, 279) pleasantly stuffed into neighborhoods and city blocks. of the swings at alberta and the roses at peninsula and the fountains at jamison square.

    flashbacks too of water water everywhere – always falling and all surrounding. making all things new and green and lush and alive. of running through puddles on the way to class. of huddling under hoods but always refusing umbrellas (because true members of portlandia never use an umbrella). of falling asleep to the sound of raindrops. of waking up to the sound of raindrops. of so much rain rain rain, I couldn’t help but write about it. of bridges crisscrossing the willamette and columbia.

    flashbacks too of days spent waiting for the clouds to break. of the rare occasion of a sunny day, when everyone everyone flocked outside with dogs and strollers and bikes and basketballs. when we would walk to new seasons and buy fresh bread and cherries and kombucha and sit on a sturdy cement park bunch and let the sun seep into our semi-seasonally-depressed skin.

    flashbacks too of summers spent driving with the windows down and playing ultimate frisbee at the park after church. of evening walks around the neighborhood, saying hello to neighbor kids on bikes and neighbor chickens heading into their urban coop for bed. of movies in the park and markets under burnside and impromptu trips to the coast.

    life in portland was as much out as it was in. full of reminders that the natural world will always seep into the urban world. it will make itself known. and we will take its presence for granted until we move away and find that not every city has one billion parks and skies so blue they look painted and rain that falls forever, but reminds us that everything washes away and eventually becomes new again. the outdoor life lived in portland was very fine indeed.



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  • November 7, 2013

    portland, i love you {part 2}


    number seven on the list and maybe my most favorite day in portland.


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    first was a long lunch with a pretty neat lady I’ve always admired and loved for her honest, authentic, uber-creative blogging habits. we’ve not spent much time together, but she has been one of my most favorite people to keep up with over the years. we ate at the grilled cheese grill. nashville may have one of it’s own, but this was the first food truck to feature grilled cheese…and it’s on a double-decker bus, no less! and here’s the best part – your order is placed not under your own namesake, but under the name of the famous people you may wish you could be. for example, I have always dreamed about what it would be like to be a notorious rapper with a cool name about spying on puppies. and you know what? I sure did feel “snoopadelic” when they called out “snoop doggy dog” and I skipped on up there to get my sandwich. although, I think they may have gotten my name wrong again. but I digress. the grilled cheese grill. check it out. after lunch, we wandered over to a shop belonging to one of andrea’s friends. wanderlust is full of all of the things I love and if I could have packed an entire extra suitcase with colorful, beautiful, vintage treasures from this store, I would have been a happier, if not slightly less financially-stable girl.


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    next, we decided to surprise ava and make a donut fun-run to my (old) neighborhood donut store. I’m telling you, annie’s donut shop CANNOT be beat. it may not be as famous as a few others, but annie’s is consistently the most delicious (and cheap!) donut store in portland. plus, it doesn’t brag about how awesome it is, which makes me love it all the more (I’m looking at you, voodoo). oh man, it was so good to see ava. she is, by far, one of the coolest people I know. has been since those early days when I was her sunday school teacher and she would calmly draw me pictures of her favorite hello kitty friends while the other munchkins ran around creating chaos. (I totally still have them.) it’s odd to know someone as a 7-year-old and then watch them grow up from afar, via blog photos. but in so many ways, she is exactly the girl I thought she would become – quiet and thoughtful, full of a centered and confident sense of who she is (can my 26-year-old self get some of that?), and such a wise and humble head on her shoulders. and did I mention? she’s got creativity coming out of her ears, just like her mama. those two are just so. much. good. I wish they would move back to the south already.


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    and finally. the one constant. powell’s is a must when it comes to portland visits. every. single. time. in between every trip, I actually keep a running list on my phone of random books that I cannot find anywhere, but just know will be at powell’s. and they are always there. just waiting for me to find them and stuff them into my suitcase and love them forever and ever, amen. you better believe that I always come to portland with extra space in my luggage for all that goodness. this time around, I kept the book-count to 11. which is much less than my last trip two years ago, which included three books of poetry by czeslaw milosz and a kombucha starter kit. if heaven is a place on earth, I am 99% convinced that it is powell’s.



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  • October 31, 2013

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    number 3 on the list and an overcast ocean to boot. I don’t really know what to say about these photos except for the fact that I really love the pacific northwest coastline. gray waves under a gray sky and clouds that sit right on top of the horizon line and rainboots that keep the sand from getting in between your toes. because that’s how to works on the oregon coast – you wear layers instead of bikinis and galoshes instead of sandals. and I love that.  and I love the mist and the damp air and the light leaking through the clouds playing tricks on your eyes and your camera lens.

    and I REALLY love becca and tim and theo. especially theo. it’s crazy when your friends have babies. he’s like this weird, but amazing amalgam of two of your most favorite people in one tiny body. and he looks at your best friend with so much trust and dependence and you can’t believe you’re old enough to have other human beings look at you that way. and she looks at him the same way, with the knowledge of this relationship only the two of them share, prompting you to wonder, just for a second if you even know her at all. (but of course you do. she’s still your best friend. who is just in charge of another human life. no big deal.) and for some reason, his smile makes you smile and your arms sort of ache when he’s not in them.







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  • October 29, 2013

    portland, i love you {part 1}


    for the first time since I left, I returned to portland without expectation or agenda. in the past, I’ve gone back with a comprehensive list of who to see and what to visit and have plotted out my few short days accordingly. I was so worried about visiting everything and seeing everyone that I loved, thinking that this one trip would somehow get me through the other 360 days of the year. but this time was different.

    for one thing, since moving to nashville, I’ve finally found a place that feels almost as much like home as portland. I’ve not longed for the day that I would get to move back for good in the same way that I did when I lived in DC. for a girl who never even considered life outside the pacific northwest, let alone way down here below the mason dixon line, becoming a nashvillian has sort of snuck up on me. I’ve found myself loving life here in subtle and ordinary ways – enjoying the ebb and flow of seasons and the slower pace of conversation and the abundance of southern accents.


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    {did you know that there is a double decker bus parked on williams ave full of vintage treasures? it’s true!}

    for another, I returned knowing that life four years out of college is as different for my best friends as it is for me. life four years out of college has morphed us into new people. we still love one another with a fierceness that can only be created in that unique period of life that we all shared – mostly in that lovely little beech house. and when I am with them, I still think that I am the closest to myself that I will ever be. but the reality is that we have now lived apart as long as we lived together. we have been pulled to opposite coasts and careers and lives. and I knew that if I returned expecting things to be the same as they were in college – or even the same as they were the last time I visited – I would be disappointed. and so I went to see who I saw and rejoice in moments that came instead of moments that I tried to plan. I wanted to enjoy the company of those I love without expectation.


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    {there are few people I love more on this great earth than these people.}

    but most of all, I went to portland without a plan because I needed to not have a plan. I needed a break from scheduled commitments and always rushing rushing rushing from one thing to another. because I was just kind of exhausted. because being an adult is just kind of exhausting. in high school and college, I relished the moments of structure and planning that I thought made me more adult-like. I sought responsibility and activities through which I could somehow prove (to who? I wonder now…) that I was a “grown-up.” but as I have continued to move into actual adulthood, I’ve found myself pushing back against all of the things I thought would define me in that world. I’ve found myself increasingly in search of experiences without purpose (but no less purposeful). I’ve longed for days without schedule, but full of quiet meaning and solitude. I’ve spent most of my life being busy, but now I just want things to be a little more simple. and so I went to portland to rest. to find bits and pieces of quiet and stillness in my most favorite city. to slide into myself and walk around in my own skin apart from all the doing that defines my everyday life. to see what life could be if I did not plan it. and funnily enough – life did not disappoint.


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    {these are just a few smatterings of photos. but so many things were crossed off the list. and I think those deserve a post of their own. so stay tuned friends. stay tuned.}



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  • September 16, 2013

    number nine

    number nine on the list and I am officially in love with chattanooga. things started off a bit rocky and pretty much everything we planned didn’t happen, but in the end we were okay with it. because being spontaneous every once in a while is good for girls who always like to have a plan. and because it just gives us another reason to return for the things we missed.

    here’s a few things we didn’t miss…

    walks up and down the pedestrian bridge across the great tennessee.

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    fancy birthday dinners at the most fun of farm-to-tables. wild mushroom risotto and fresh garlic flatbread and the biggest roasted brussels sprouts you ever did see. and did I mention…covered in balsamic bacon marmalade? let that sink in a minute. even my little vegetarian self had to get a bite (or seven) of that action. and in the end there was even a happy birthday balloon blown up with dry ice. I don’t know how it happened, but it was pretty epic.



    brunch at whole foods, which was not our first choice (or our second), but turned out for the best. because where else would we have been able to practice our paula abdul workout moves?



    knitting mill antiques. with its impeccably organized booths. and the glassware that I forgot from my childhood. and maybe the best vintage children’s book collection I’ve seen yet. be still my heart.


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    the hike that was supposed to be first thing on saturday finally happened last on sunday. lookout mountain and views of valleys and rolling hills and a sky dark like a black and blue bruise. and again with the random thunderstorms that had us racing to the top and barely pausing to take a look around before heading back down again. my paranoid, worst-case self was about 87% sure that we were going to get stranded in the crevice of a mountain or get blown off the side of a cliff. but my melodramatic mind made it back down to the bottom with adrenaline coursing through my veins and not too wet from the rain.

    and that car ride home. blasting the worst top 40 (I’m talking about you, one direction). and justin timberlake. always justin timberlake. and realizing that as much as I loved chattanooga, what I really loved was the people I went with. how we talked of hard things and silly things and danced in the middle of whole foods. and I realized how thankful I am. again. that’s what I always come back to these days. thankfulness and gratitude that seep into the days that are dark like a black and blue bruise. and remind me that there is so much light if only you look around into the faces you share life with.

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  • June 21, 2013

    photo friday :: 4

    I’d rather take coffee than compliments just now. – louisa may alcott


    oh. that amy. she may not be my favorite march sister, but every so often, she speaks the truth. because today is friday. but certainly feels like monday. and I could really use a good cup of coffee. like the one at madcap. just 8 hours away. weekend come soon(er).

    (I just remembered that I have about a million pictures from the canon in michigan. photo explosion ahead, my friends!)


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  • May 24, 2013

    photo friday :: 1

    let’s just be clear here – this is not a photography blog. as much as I would love to say that I am well-versed in exposure and aperture and all things manual, I most certainly am not. and don’t even get me started on how poorly I operate in photoshop. that said, I think a good picture is worth celebrating. the way one frame can betray so much of the human condition. the way it can contain emotion that evokes emotion and commentary that evokes action. photos invite us into experiences different from our own. they take us out of our comfort zone and the immediate communities we inhabit. and they force us to acknowledge the connectedness of the world and life on it.

    also. I think good words are worth celebrating. I have books and books of collected quotes that astonish me in their ability to fit so much meaning into so few words. I have far too many poetry anthologies that, regardless of what language or time they were written in, reveal universal truths and emotions common across all genders, ages, and cultures. I have multiple books on every surface I occupy (right now, at the desk I am typing on, there are six) that tell of life in all its brokenness and hope and pain and humor. of all that I lost in that fire of 2007, words on paper were the loss I felt the most.

    but what I love most about good photos and good words is this – their ability to transcend all our expectations and to tell a story that is at once beautiful and poetic and true and demanding of our attention. I may not be vivian maier. I may not be annie dillard. but I hope that, in my own way, I can turn out to be an okay storyteller.

    so, with hope of using photos and words to tell a good story, I’ve decided to start a series. every friday I will post one photo and one word (well really, one set of words) for the week. whether or not they will be of my own making or by someone much more qualified than myself will be a surprise.

    for today, it’s this photo (by me) from a few weeks ago. and these words (by e.e. cummings) from a bit further back.


    maggie and milly and molly and may

    maggie and millie and molly and may
    went down to the beach (to play one day)

    and maggie discovered a shell that sang
    so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and

    milly befriended a stranded star
    whose rays five languid fingers were;

    and molly was chased by a horrible thing
    which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

    may came home with a smooth round stone
    as small as a world and as large as alone.

    for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
    it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

    — e.e. cummings

    {okay friends this is the last reminder you get! the GIVEAWAY ends tonight at 12:00 midnight (CST)!
    get over there and enter to win!}


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  • May 23, 2013

    currently :: 6

    I am a girl who loves a list. here’s everything else that I’m loving recently.

    inspiring: living sculpturesabsurdly talented friends who get to go to paristrailers that are so beautiful, I fear the actual movie might just make me explode.

    reading: the amazing adventures of kavalier and clay. john greena good man is hard to findthe bridge to san luis rey.

    watching: I would feel negligent if I was not re-watching arrested development seasons 1-3 in anticipation of what’s coming.

    listening: new daft punk (also, please listen to this remix and start your weekend dance party a bit early). alt-jjustin timberlake. justin. timberlake.

    {in case you’re not sick of me saying it yet, don’t forget about the GIVEAWAY!}

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  • October 15, 2012

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    images from a lovely little staff retreat in the great smokies. most of them mine, but my two favorites are from barak.

    once the mobile devices were forfeited and we were left to our own, things seemed to more slower and with more intention. eyes adjusted to faces instead of iphone screens. words with friends traded in for jigsaw puzzles. instagram for pen and paper. shazam for acoustic renditions of all the 90s songs we grew up loving. there were too many requests to cover, but that didn’t stop us from trying.

    the fire started out so big we couldn’t see over it but when it finally died down we made s’mores and talked of unique african food and who would survive in the wilderness and the scary stories we used to tell as kids. we threw marshmallows at one another over the flames and finally went to bed with smoke lingering in our hair and laughter still at the back of our throats.

    we woke in time to watch the morning mist settle into sunshine. and on the way home we stopped for photos and bbq and even a bit of ice cream.

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    {above two photos by barak bruerd}

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  • March 13, 2012

    currently :: 3

    watching: a professional display of no handed bike moves. (impatiently awaiting summer days to practice cup of tea.) midnight in paris. (again and again and again.)

    browsing: amazing photography. (this set gets me every time.) beautiful bookstores. the lively morgue.

    reading: italy day by day. waiting for god. the hunger games. (all three in one week, if you must know.)

    listening: bombay bicycle club live at the 9:30 club. lucy rose. gabriel yared. xavier rudd.

    eating: not a whole lot thanks to feeling ill all the time. but I’ve been known to consume kombucha with fervor in times like this. so that’s making a comeback.

    what are you currently loving this week?

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