Sunday Polaroid ~ Coming home

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  • I so understand that. I am also waiting as you are for that moment when I will be able to rest. Perfectly said!

    via Roxana

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I live simply. I try to. But sometimes I still feel I have too much STUFF. It makes things feel hectic.

All I want in life is a place to call my very own. And that doesn’t mean going out and just buying any house for cause or tax deduction.

I want a HOME. Something I’ll have til the end of my days. And it must already be old. A farmhouse would be perfect. One with two floors and an old dark basement. Pictures would fill the walls and wooden floors would lead into every room. I’d be able to see my garden from the kitchen window, and I’d have a long porch to nap on. Or dance on. Or watch fireflies from.

It’s the only thing I want in life. That’s it, nothing more. And, if it takes ten or twenty more years to find just the right home, I will wait. And then it will be mine. And I will rest.

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Can I borrow your flash?

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Cool photographers never tie their shoes, and they borrow everything from each other.

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The Palouse

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More soon.

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Sunday Polaroid ~ Thoughts of Ava

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  • A boy and his dog. Always a good read, no matter the level of sadness.

    via Josephine

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I came across this old polaroid the other night as I ruffled through an old stack of long forgotten images. While it’s not a shot taken with my beloved SX-70, it is, nonetheless a good image. To me, anyway.
I just love how her eyes are glowing. I probably woke her up as she slumbered in her favorite spot on the couch. It’s also the same exact place I lifted her from when she died.

Deep breath. Still.

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Tappity tap

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I love ten-key. I learned how to tap my fingers down on a ten key pad while working as a cashier over twenty-some years ago. In the beginning, I was slow, pushing down they keys in my aim as slow as fudge would take to set up. Eventually, and with determination, I was in race form with fellow cashiers. And I always won, mostly.

Today, however, if you try to get me to input numbers via a standard keyboard, I’m back to making fudge. I’m slow as heck.

On the business end of my own business, I’ve never really been in charge of my own books. And I’ve always hated that fact. Just as I need to be in control of the creative process when making images, I’ve always felt the need to be in control of the business end of things; boring stuff that really runs your business is what makes your business thrive or dive. And sometimes, I’ve felt like I was diving.

Over the weekend I was able to sit down with a gracious friend and take in a lesson on the basics of Quickbooks. Over glasses of cranberry juice she taught me everything I needed to know; I now have the confidence in managing and maintaining my own books and am more than anxious to tread forward with this new knowledge. And with a shiny new ten key pad sitting on my desk, I’m feeling fearless.

Thank you for helping me out, my dear friend-o.

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