I have a flight early tomorrow morning, I haven’t packed, and so… I decided to make my own journal. notice my tired eyes; it’s 1:30. but well worth it. i love it. I love new journals. it’s like your life hasn’t changed a bit but it sort of tricks you into thinking it has…what with it’s clean, unfamiliar pages. I could be anybody to this new book.
In These Arms…The Swell Season
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald The Great Gatsby
in a week to TEXAS to see the four beautiful babies below + a brand new one whom I haven’t captured on film yet. I’m quite excited, as I bought my tickets just days ago on a whim. A much needed vacation.
I’ve noticed I’ve unwittingly accomplished several of my 101 goals, most noticeably #66. Still a bit camera shy about it though. Pictures to come when I’m brave.