Last week I visited Oak Alley Plantation in Louisiana. The place has a fascinating story, as do many of the old plantation homes in the south, but it also has the most beautiful old oak trees I’ve ever seen.
Afterwards when looking through my pictures, it sort of bothered me that there was people in the shots, but then I remembered that my editing program allows me to retouch. So then I simply retouched the people out. Then the iron railings. And then I kind of went overboard with the colors and the lighting.
In any version, this is a gorgeous place.
I do love the altered ones, though..
First time I heard this track, it didn’t really move me. Then I heard it again, or more accurately, then I danced to it. I’m not sure where they came from, or where they’d been resting before, but gigantuous echoing emotions rose to the surface and expressed themselves through my body in a completely new way – and it just blew my mind. Talk about peak experience! Since then my dancing has transformed, stretched itself, and in the process, stretching me. Wow. Just wow.
If you haven’t already watched this awesome video, do take a few minutes to enjoy the unfolding creativity of this collaboration between Selina Miles and Sofles.
Seriously, I wanna live in that warehouse…
A friend of a friend posted (or liked or shared or whatever) this picture on Facebook. I don’t know where it’s from but I thought it was really creative and cute.
These days I’m finding inspiration for the next adventure and my whole being is itching to just pick up and leave right this minute.
I do have a few projects to finish beforehand and so in the meantime I’m channeling all that adventure energy into highly creative processes; a picture I took in Hawaii plus a very fitting quote plus a little copy pasting and taadah- it’s practically art.
Jonathan Safran Foer – Tree of Codes
As you explore the layers of fragmented meaning…
This book is brilliant.
carving a window with a new view for which new words are needed
or at least
paralyzed with privacy
drafting yet another attempt
ignoring the elephant
searching for the exit
“… write because you owe the gods an answer…”
asked by the providence
running like ink through the veins
spilling a response
dripping an essence
of a life