Freckled Freedom

..And why shouldn't it be? - it is the same the angels breathe.  ~Mark Twai n One of my favorite feelings is the moment you feel the front wheels of an airplane lift off the runway, the nose elevating toward the sky. The rumble penetrates the seats as the wind howls, vibrating the windows. The plane tilts itself, gracefully leaning on its side displaying a show of lights, lush green squares, rows of dollhouses, pools, cars the size of ants, canopies of fog hugging hills and mountains. My heart rises in altitude, whether embarking toward unchartered territory or returning to the embrace of a familiar bed, familiar face... the homestead.  It's the feeling of leaving behind baggage to spread those aluminum wings and soar with the birds as the A.C. flows through your hair, never quite allowing for optimal body temperature. As the Earth disappears underneath blankets of clouds, life feels weightless, worry-less, and limitless. Under toes and backpacks lie places to explore and ...

“Maybe we’re just missing things we’ve lost, or hoping for what we want to come.”  This time a year ago life seemed so humdrum. I spent my time fiddling with wine corks, serving martinis to many a middle aged man in a business suit. Photos were scarce, left behind at uni and adventures abroad. My mind lingered on foreign flings and hostel romances full of accents and fleeting time. I looked ahead to the future, working the dreadful January shifts that lagged on. Work meant money, money for the next great escape. I was living for a future that seemed so much more appealing than what was right in front of me.  January 23rd, 2011, I told Dana about a project I noticed popping up on Facebook pages, photo albums labeled "365." The concept sounded great, daily life depicted through photos for an entire year. 365 to flip through, recount, pinpoint with places, outfits, people, moments, and meals. It was the perfect project, only my daily life seemed to lack the splendor, the subje...