
Showing posts with label flickr. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flickr. Show all posts
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Siebe Photography


Playing with food like a little kid.

Teardrops falling down on the people in Manhattan.

Wow what's this? Darn is this humble bee heaven?
{Siebe}
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Lesretrouvailles


Two things I love about Lesretrouvailles' Photostream on Flickr: Chloe heels and Catherine's beautiful hair. I am envious of this gal's fashion and updo. I'm so bored with my curly hair and, in fact, am considering putting a temporary dye in my hair- a dark brown with hints of red. I've never actually dyed my hair before. Hmm...
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Sweet tooth
Donuts, ice cream, creme puffs, cinammon rolls, cupcakes, macaroons and cake. Indeed, I have a sweet tooth. But part of my New Year's resolution is staying away from sugar. If I had the strength to refrain from goodies, I would bake just so I could snap pictures of desserts covered in frosting and sprinkles. Aren't these photos pretty? From my finds on Flickr, Dunkin Donuts seems to have the prettiest donuts. And the macaroons appear to be fit for Marie Antoinette herself. Yum.Monday, January 5, 2009
Pretty little things
Saturday, December 27, 2008
A record of memories

"I want love- to love and be loved- but I don't dare go searching for it."
I love to journal. I have mountains of notebooks from days gone by. I stopped writing in them for some time, mostly after my Nan passed away. She had journals full of her inner most thoughts. Thoughts that make me cry and thoughts that horrify me. When my family went through her journals after her funeral, they realized she must have been sick longer than we had thought. {She had Alzheimers}. In a way, that is what I fear. That if anyone read my journals after I'm gone, or even now, they'd think I'm crazy or strange. Although, I am quite strange. All that aside, there is something about writing down our thoughts and recording them on paper. Sometimes I'll go back and reread things and the memories awake. Memories that I have pushed to the back of my mind. Memories cealed behind a little door that I never enter. Recently, I have began to journal once more. I think it's healthy. I discover new things about myself when I just let the pen do it's work.
Friday, December 26, 2008
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