06.12

I'm resting. Good afternoon.

06.11 part III

Words are superfluous.

06.11 part II

Lunch was had outside. Delectable flavors! We're saving the strawberries for tonight.

06.11 part I

Today set me free. No musts, only smiles. I woke to sunshine, went thrifting early in the morning, then met up with lovely Jozefin whom I haven't seen for an achingly long time. We had a delicious lunch at Matilda's, then hurried to a gallery opening by the harbor. Met creative people, marinated by the water, listened to waves and seagulls, planned a dinner and the rest is up to chance.

06.06

A day for picnics, watering plants, reading books, dipping toes in the ocean and listening to new music. A heatwave has entered Gothenburg, and people are walking lazily with smiles on their faces. I can't help but smile with them.

04.29

I'm counting down the hours to my vacation (138 to be exact). I'm itching to use film. The last time I visited NYC, I forgot to bring my Pentax, which irked me to no end. Perhaps I'll create my very own dark room one day (another unfulfilled promise from a class back in 2007). I just realized that I've lived in this apartment for over two years. I started from scratch, my insides being fricken ground zero. I had a bedroom filled with boxes from floor to ceiling, remnants of an old life that I despised, and my heart was scraped raw. I'm still rebuilding and find it pretty mind-blowing that I can do whatever I want. Set up a dark room, repaint my walls, turn my bathroom into a mini-garden, or just shrug at the dishes for a whole week. My mind is wandering, something I've allowed myself to do more often. It hurts less. Everything does.

04.27

I've promised myself too many things, too many times. I often know in advance that I'll give up, procrastinate, and sometimes fail, but when I actually believe in my own determination, and then throw in the towel because times get tough, that's when I get devastated. It's a pattern of mine which spans over a decade and a half. Seriously sad. So, here I am, once more, making a promise. A tiny tiny one. Come on, Irene, shoot more f-i-l-m! Yep, I'm going to make the analog camera my best friend and dare to use (abuse?) it until my eyes start twitching with frustration and distress. Deal!

04.26

My first post is on R's birthday. It seems quite fitting. I can't believe the journey we've been on, and how it all started here, on the internet. I'm visiting him in a week and that has my toes curling with joy. Having the Atlantic ocean between us isn't an easy situation, but we make the best of it.

My insides are never as neat as the photographs I take, but this one matches my heart. A cup of coffee, a letter from R and spring light.

Happy birthday, love.