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Month: August, 2012

78/365

There will be more intentional shooting soon, I promise. I’ve been busy and when I get a little down time, all I want to do is hang around with Steele. The summer is closing to an end so fast. 

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77/365

Because I forgot to take a picture until I climbed into bed. Here is a grainy, dark, blurry, tender moment. 

76/365

Psssssssssst.

75/365

There are some days that I am sleepy and lethargic and think eating macaroni and cheese is a good idea when it makes me even more tired and wanted to be motivated but felt utterly useless and drained and have a headache that lasts the entire night and begin sentences without ending them. Those are the days  that I am really glad I have Steele. Who hugs me and makes me dinner and watches TV with me and lets me stretch out and lay on his chest. And who worries about the tiny mouse we see dashing across our living room and who wanders from room to room looking for it. And who is standing at the computer right now waiting for me. 

74/365

Incase you guys forgot, Steele is back. Things are back to normal and now it’s time for me to get back to work and finish up the last few things on my to-do list. As long as I can move swiftly forward each day, I’ll be happy. I want to not feel any disappointment or stirrings of regret of any kind. 
So tomorrow will commence with a long over due work out, and then journeying up to school to work on some things. I will try not to make this blog a record of my to-do lists, as I already have journals full of those. Instead I will tell you about the sky today.
Today the sky was grey. It was grey in the morning when I biked to work in the merciless wind. The sun was trying to break though. It was grey when I left work in the afternoon. It was grey when Steele and I laid down in the grass of the park on Couch Street. It was the best kind of grey, the kind of grey that wraps around you like a blanket. I love that grey sky. 

73/365

Today Steele is back. 🙂
We went to a photo booth. 
Now he’s sleepy beside me (finally) in our bed again. 
Goodnight.

72/365

To be completely honest,

I did not take any pictures on day 72.

Which was yesterday.

I waited patiently for Steele to come home.

Which was today.

Onto the next day.

71/365

My mom and my little brother got into town late last night. And with them came my camera, sent from Steele. What’s strange is how much I’ve been enjoying just using my phone, film, and writing more. 
I have been teetering on the edge of buying a new DSLR and it’s really scary for some reason. To invest so much money into something. I find myself grasping at excuses not to buy it, but I really have none. 
Time to make a decision. 

70/365

Today I woke up early again. Not as early as yesterday, but I kept getting up every minute or so, convinced that I had overslept. Then I would crawl back into bed, fall asleep for a few seconds, and jolt back awake this time really convinced that I had completely missed work. But I didn’t.

I got to work and wasn’t needed, so I got to spend a few hours at this little coffee shop. I like it because, as WW says,The remodeled space resembles a one-fifth scale model of the 3rd Avenue Stumptown, without the slightly menacing air of hipness.” This place is just right. I can breathe here. 

I’ve not posted many blogs mid-day. I have more things to do today and I don’t know what note the day will end on… But, that is part of life I suppose.

And so, onto the rest of the day.

69/365

Today I got up early. 6:15. I got out of bed and went to the window and looked at the sky and it looked like fading ink. So I pulled myself up, put my hair in a pony tail, and got on my bike to take photographs of the river and the sky.

That’s all I feel like documenting. It was a good start to the day, but the best part of my day was my Skype conversation with Steele. He just makes me light up. I miss him.

Here is some found poetry, from the drafts section of my text messages. When I’m in the middle of writing one and someone texts me back, and I stop writing and then start a new one, my phone saves the unfinished draft.

H
I feel I
Oh and they close
You’re never gonna guess
Tell the
Nope. They
I
Well we could do
Okay
Call me when the g
If
I wanna

My favorite is “Call me when the g” I mean, doesn’t that just sound like that start of a great rap song? Hmm? I think yes. Also, anyone out there who is a One Tree Hill fan, who is also a Harry Potter fan, needs to watch this.