nostalgic, sad

I'm missing riding bikes down the Paul Street hill with them so much!

I just want sunshine, a burger on the porch, a bud light lime, and my friends to live in the same two mile grid again - too much to ask?

sky-struck

I am continually in awe of what the sky in Syracuse can do. It always stops me in my tracks at the right moments; when I need to be stopped.

I took this picture while on a walking adventure with some friends - exploring an abandoned quarry/high and open field. Special thanks to my German male model, Jens Quester :)

my bff

This is my dear friend and roommate. He recently got a new walker, it's shiny and red - his equivalent of a mid-life crisis purchase? Perhaps other men over 50 buy a Porsche. He bought this walker, the one with the sleek wheels. He LOVES coffee. So...we make a good team! He is an alter server at St. Lucy's church - a place that has a huge sign, SINNERS WELCOME, over the front door. There is another sign that reads "we are called to be peacemakers". This precious man is a peacemaker and even makes the peace sign whenever a picture is taken of him. Every time I see this photo, I just can't help but smile. I hope he brought you a smile today too.

picture-less

Today there is no picture. I have no interesting story and as I am typing, don't have many words or feelings. Today I am quiet and sick and don't feel like being creative or having the wheels of my brain turn. I don't feel like talking or thinking. I want to stay in my leggings and my boyfriend's huge Red Sox sweatshirt and just be. I used to feel lazy or bad when I was in these kinds of moods. Since coming to Syracuse I have somehow learned to embrace them. It takes me a lot of mental energy to do what I do. And that's OK. There is no rule saying that I shouldn't feel drained sometimes. Drained it is. So on afternoons like today, I don't feel guilty for turning my mind off. Because far past the noise and sadness and sickness, I finally reach the calming silence I want to bask in - and wow, is this great. So, there is no fun story and there is no picture, but that does not make today, a quiet and unimportant Tuesday, any less noteworthy.

freckle nose kid

Earlier this fall I was home for a weekend and naturally my dad took us all mini-golfing. This picture was in the mini-golf place and it really made me laugh. But anyways, golf is just his thing. It's what he does. My dad is a teacher so in the summertime when he is off from school, he golfs all the time. He golfs with his friends and he has for, I don't know, well over 25 years. Such dedication! I'm surprised that after all this time he hasn't become bored with golf. I'm five hours away and it's pretty COLD in Syracuse so I am now wondering how cold it is at home and if this Sunday morning the golf course will greet my father or not. He was always so bummed in the winter when he couldn't golf! When I was little I would be sound-asleep on early Sunday morning's as dad left to go golfing, but I would feel him come into my room and kiss my nose before he left. I have this tiny little freckle on my nose that was supposedly my dad's golfing good luck charm. I don't think he is even very good at golf or that I ever gave him luck, but it's still cute nonetheless. I like that he is still so excited by golfing with his friends and wonder if in 25 years I'll be as consistent and loyal to my pastimes.

belated happy halloween!

October 30, 2010

L'Arche Harvest Dance

Lots of cowboys & indians were present!

backwards hat girl

Well, isn't he cute? :)