The Promise of Snow and An Old Broken Home

Today the sky is hanging low, a yellow gray brushed with angry blue and purple smoke colored clouds. It's supposed to snow. Tucked in my tiny office, knees drawn up in my little wooden chair, I'm finally editing photos again. I've been so career focused, filling out applications for competitive internships and spending all of my money on pencil skirts and sensible business professional flats and not film, I've neglected my photography.

As the holidays passed, stresses relieved themselves and the new year started out promising. I got an amazing (and ridiculously competitive) internship at a famous art gallery, I assembled a giant insurance claim for the damage sustained to my iMac while shipping it across the country, I started training for new positions at my job and got more hours, friendships with amazing artists in the area bloomed - things clicked into place and as a result, I did too. I dropped off several rolls of film at the camera store to be developed and I started saving my pennies for a new lens. I have several days off this week due to inauguration, and I'm planning on pounding the pavement and exploring the city through a lens. I feel a little more like myself and am accepting who I am at this stage in my life.

I am happy. I am choosing to be happy.

There is no courage without fear.

In the mean time, here are some images from a road trip I took this past summer in Pescadero. I won't lie and say that my aching homesickness for California has totally subsided. I miss taquerias on every corner, the endless sunny days, salty ocean breezes, Spanish rolling around on my tongue. Looking back doesn't hurt so much though, and that's a beautiful thing.