Up in the Air

Shoulders back. Head up. A phrase repeated like the mantra of my childhood, and though I cannot say it has improved my posture much, it has allowed me to see a great many things. I have recently fallen in love with rooftops, with scallop shaped shingles, with shutters, with an angle of my neck that reminds me of my small perspective. I pass under oval attic windows set in a frame of beautifully carved stone and my mouth hangs open a little. I start wanting to take pictures of everything and start researching historical societies.

I've Been Out Walking

Almost everywhere I go, I walk. And in my walking I am invigorated by the smallest things. I dream sometimes of living in Montana and enjoying all that wide open space and big sky and winding rivers, but until then I will have to be fascinated by the nature of a city. If Montana is the epitome of a world untouched, than the city is the epitome of evidence, of a world built up and broken down.