it's because you brought me here.

Under from WATERCOLOURS Music on Vimeo.

Watercolours - Under

{Could this video/song be any more perfect? I think not}

yeh, I've been searchin'

Bas Jan Ader, In Search of the Miraculous (One Night in Los Angeles) 1973

One step closer to being finished with grad school, which means one step closer into the unknown that is the rest of my life. School always means such a clear and organized sequence of events, without that organization, I feel freed, exhilarated; searching, not knowing for what, but searching...

Excited for this completely unknown journey that lies ahead.

They are memories made

Spring's blooms are such a well deserved treat after winter. Though now everything is mostly green, the blooming trees that blanketed the city are one of my most treasured memories.

I won't forget the promises you made

This whole album is so, so good

{and not just because it's named after me}

jk... I wish.. No, his wife is another lovely Laura, and you can see there insanely gorgeous apartment here..

It is her hour, so let it be hers

Love you momma.

Happy Mother's Day to all the fabulous mothers out there.

In a fragile meadow, we build our home.

My grandmother, mom {farthest on the right} and siblings, Easter 1968

Happy Easter all.

new becomes all, whats all is new

Delicious {easy} spring dinner- mixed greens topped with

squash, yellow pepper, asparagus, lentils, chicken-basil sausage, walnuts, goat cheese

basil, and some champagne vinegar/ walnut oil.

and for dessert.... dark chocolate goji berries. 

Finally finding time again to make yummy meals/ listen to yummy music/ and blog..

cannot compare to a dumb surprise

Have been listening to this album on repeat...

It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind. With Americans, it is a national trait, as native to us as the roller-coaster or the jukebox. It is no simple longing for the home town or country of our birth. The emotion is Janus-faced: we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known. 

 Carson McCullers

the colors are bright, bright as ever

"I've always admitted that I'm ruled by my passions."

 Glamour, personified.

Sad, sad day.
Read this book a while ago, very much recommend it. 

Her's was a life worth telling.