It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! I love being surrounded by "signs of the season".
Thursday, December 12, 2013
2013 Christmas Decor
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! I love being surrounded by "signs of the season".
Friday, December 6, 2013
Cuddle Monster
My friend Steve's puppy is named Beast. He is so adorable, as is the other little one in the background. I am grateful for dogs.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Festivity
// Eduardo Garcia //
"There's a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy, when they pass around the coffee and the pumpkin pie."
I think about sitting with my family after dinner. We have moved from the table to the comfortable chairs. It's dark outside, but the room is yellow with lamplight. My dog nudges my hand. He wants to be scratched, and I oblige him. The grownups are laughing merrily. I chuckle as well. All this amusement comes from being well-fed and full of affection. The four of us are warm and happy.
I wonder if these moments only exist in memory, easily evoked by a couplet or a well-composed photograph, but elusive during the present. They correspond to something longed for rather than something grasped.
I remember the aching melancholy of my early teens. The sun would set early in suburbia, and I'd look for secrets in novels. I wished that someone would consume me the way I consumed those stories.
It seems that I am more invested in aesthetics than reality.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
December Begins In The Forest
Lately I've been going into the park to take outfit photos, and I can never resist photographing some element of nature while I'm there. It's weird--for the most part I find other people's nature photography dull, but when I'm the one behind the camera, the pictures fascinate me.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Frames Like Houses
Warning: body talk re: my personal preferences.
I like chubby people best. I want my partners to have some solidity, a physical presence that won't drift away. There's no romance in the word "bulk", but warm flesh and matching bellies, soft hollows for nestling and soft mounds for climbing--these feel romantic.
It is not an aesthetic thing. Affection comes out through my fingers, and they have to like what they touch. Your bones must match or exceed mine. People are built on frames like houses, and I can't come home to someplace austere.
I like chubby people best. I want my partners to have some solidity, a physical presence that won't drift away. There's no romance in the word "bulk", but warm flesh and matching bellies, soft hollows for nestling and soft mounds for climbing--these feel romantic.
It is not an aesthetic thing. Affection comes out through my fingers, and they have to like what they touch. Your bones must match or exceed mine. People are built on frames like houses, and I can't come home to someplace austere.
