Well thanks to the lovely and talented Jamie Harris, I now have an actual website, and as such this blog will be moving there, a long with more photos and such and who knows maybe I'll up date it with some frequency, I mean you never know...
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I feel that it is quite impossible to have a bad day when it snows, and so I will address the winter....winter is to me a wonderfully confusing time. We spend time revelling in our friendships, acting like children and parents. We act like families, looking at Christmas lights, listening to Bing Crosby, eating pie, bundling up, and giving gifts. So, we wind up half-way in love for a season. Which is why this is the most wonderful time of the year.
this fishbowl does not become me, but I've made my bed here and I suppose I must live with that for now
these truly are the days of tuna and beer. not wine and donuts........thank you Ben.
I suppose all I can really say about this place I'm in is...excitement. I can barely contain it, though I have no idea really what I'm excited about, only a vague feeling that whatever it is I should be excited about it, and so I am.
soon the traveling begins, i love boone but sometimes i just want to go to big cities and look up and see skyscrapers, not mountains. but mostly i want to be on the road, or in the sky. the odd thing is i have been on the road a lot lately, but it's not enough, not until im in europe again, and probably not even then.
there's a good story behind this, ask me some time.
summer is kind of lonely, but at the sametime extraordinarily peaceful. everything is finally green in boone, and it's more than a little late.
i saw old ben gibbard the other night, oh the joy of hearing brand new colony, you remind me of home, such great heights, 405, carolina, blacking out the friction, and so many more live. and alex's house, though it's a different house still has that same old smell of good memories from not so long ago. i wonder what that smell really is.
now that summer is here, and my attention is here to be directed. i can't help but see a lot more grace on my side. not because it wasn't there before but because i'm choosing to see it. like a shape in the clouds. or the virgin mary in a cup of coffee. but unlike those things, grace really is there, always for us to see, and not just to see, but to dwell in. summer no longer has a formula, it's a time of living, more than school would allow. and i'm always happy about freedom.
so I shot my first wedding on saturday, it was insanity, people everywhere, less than ideal light. But 5 hours and 1000 pictures later it was over and I was in an Irish Pub having a pint.
Favorite song of the week, I am the deep blue sea - Mark Mathis "I was born in a thunderstorm, and as a raindrop I fell so free"
I'm at the weirdest place where I'm learning to be patient and wait on the Lord, and a place where having to truely choose God not just say I choose him, but really choose him. It's an exciting time, summer is almost here, the atmosphere in Boone is changing, and yes I have always wanted to rob a bank.
postscript- I love you Jenks.
a few days of glory and georgia are over, easter is passed and now it's back to class, oh the drugery. but at least i dont have to do it much longer. I'm working on a book. It's one of those times when I am tired of the details.
it's the mad dash for the end now, just trying to get the classes finished. All eyes are on the weekend as the porthole to summer. Time goes fast, though we wish it would go faster, 'till we realize that it's over and that those times were all we really wanted. Though, class is the last thing on anyones mind, something big will happen soon.
Your results:
You are Superman
| You are mild-mannered, good, strong and you love to help others.  |
I think that one of my most content states is that feeling you get after spending way to much time on the beach. You're not sunburned but you think you could cook an omelet on your forehead. You're super tired, but you just ate a huge meal, and you're about to fall asleep on the couch. That being said, Spring Break is unfortunately over, and is, of course, greatly missed. Again I live for the weekend, longing for summer, or maybe just graduation. But I'll never be ready for this to end.
I was on the corner of a bridge in downtown Matlacha Florida last Wednesday afternoon when the call came that Israel had died. Now I wasn't particularly close to him personally, more close to the circle of friends he ran in, closer to his wife ect. His death surprised me so much more than it should have I think. Even though over the past few years I've watched him get skinnier and skinnier, his face become gaunt and stretched, seen him walk with less and less grace, I always just kind of figured it had to get worse before it got better, only old people really die of cancer right? So, now that he's gone I find myself back at the old human thing again, trying to explain it away. Trying to make up some reason for it that will fit with my religion, fit with what I want to believe about the world. But in the end I don't know why, and I think that I just want to be ok with that, just because I don't understand doesn't mean I need to. So goodbye Israel, I'll see you soon.
maybe it's because I watched three of my favorite movies over the weekend, Garden State, Amelie, and Pride and Prejudice (yes it's worked its way into the favorite column (yes I have a favorite column)), that I've been in such a stellar mood of late. Or maybe it's that Spring Break is only 3 days away, though I don't think that's it. Maybe it's that I've become ridiculoulsy lucky, or maybe just perpetually blessed. Maybe it's because people have been putting a lot more banjo into music, or maybe contentment is a choice that I only recently started making. I'll probably quit tomorrow.
...And as the bridegroom rejoices over the bride, so shall your God rejoice over you.
I'm a 20 year old Photography major at Appalachian State University. I want to serve God with my life. Whatever that turns out to mean.
