i used to fill my pockets & buttonholes with plants while i walked. it was a stress reducing thing.
blurry lighting.
barstools in portland, or.
holy moly! i got lost at school!
brb.
xox
rachel
Dear Professor Freud,
I accede to your wish that we abandon our personal relations, for I never thrust my friendship on anyone. You yourself are the best judge of what this moment means to you. The rest is silence…
Yours sincerely, Jung
—Carl Jung, 1914
texture.
morning ritual
self-portrait
a return to the beginnings of tracking the soul
names.
evergreen cemetery
LA CA april, 2011
cameron.
evergreen cemetery
LA CA april 2011
pink & periwinkle
my aunt and i
lighted by the pink and periwinkle sunset
we walked along the dark paved country road
little self contained billows of smoke wafted
over the shimmering black surface of the muddy lake
we spoke of how to be kinder to ourselves
the air was incensed with burning piles of leaves
a practice outlawed in most counties
-r.t.h. 2012-
evergreen cemetery, LA, CA
april 2011
No more calculations for this Lifetime.
