Coney Island 1905
Band at the National Zoo, 1920
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Another loving thought
"Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt"
It's repeated in my mind when I think back on you. The sunniest and purest of moments; just laying in bed with you. There are times I've woken before you, I'll admit I've watched you sleep- maybe just for a minute. You are beautiful and, at that time, nothing hurts.
One of my favorite memories: being under my white comforter, heated by dense goose feathers and the sun shines through to lighten your eyes. I felt a little naked when you looked at me that way. I feel over exposed because I feel, nor find, no shadows in my heart.
It's repeated in my mind when I think back on you. The sunniest and purest of moments; just laying in bed with you. There are times I've woken before you, I'll admit I've watched you sleep- maybe just for a minute. You are beautiful and, at that time, nothing hurts.
One of my favorite memories: being under my white comforter, heated by dense goose feathers and the sun shines through to lighten your eyes. I felt a little naked when you looked at me that way. I feel over exposed because I feel, nor find, no shadows in my heart.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
I could be a history buff...
but I just couldn't do all the reading.
But truly, I do love the past. "The past"- uhm, like the 20's, the 40's and 50's, the 70's. I love how novel it all appears. The cars, the radios, the clothes, the music. How vintage it all is...like the colors and how vintage thrift shops have their own "era smells". The photographs that are tinted a strange hue, and I almost forget that things were "normal" colored. It's kind of out of this world.
And I especially love how it's all romanticized- even the poverty and war.
Charleston, SC 1910
New York City 1910
But truly, I do love the past. "The past"- uhm, like the 20's, the 40's and 50's, the 70's. I love how novel it all appears. The cars, the radios, the clothes, the music. How vintage it all is...like the colors and how vintage thrift shops have their own "era smells". The photographs that are tinted a strange hue, and I almost forget that things were "normal" colored. It's kind of out of this world.
And I especially love how it's all romanticized- even the poverty and war.
Charleston, SC 1910
New Orleans Milkman, 1903
New York City 1910
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