meet Boxcar.

We're darin'

Los Angeles, you are too hot.

just watch the fireworks.

and how quickly time flies...

down to a mere 53 days and counting. and endless summer is about to be over.

In due time

This one wasn't ours; it wasn't meant to be (whatever that's supposed to mean). It just means that the one that is right will be even better. The light through the tree in front of our living room will cast an even better light.

Always LOVE.

I wish we had taken this photo but we didn't. We'll come up with something better.

Los Angeles, CA; 2009

an endless summer over.

It's remarkable the life that a song can have as it lives on in your memory. Two Crooked Fingers songs will forever live on in my heart and head as the saddest and most effective songs that I have ever heard. There's nothing that will ever change that. But somehow the songs that could evoke tears before the first chorus are now two of the songs that I love more than any other. I feel no need to listen to them, nor do I anticipate putting that 7" back on regular rotation. With that said, I am able to glean lines of the songs that can pertain to the way things have been going and the positive direction that they have been heading in.

Scratching a negative is such a raw & vulgar way to get a point across, it makes the message of this image seem much grittier than it is. It is my attempt to convey my undeniable desire to cast off the past that I have lived and no longer be content with "enough". I have found my "much better than enough". There's no more time to sleep all summer. I have spent 24 years sleeping through summers. No more of that for us. We have found our calling, it washed ashore in just the nick of time; we each picked it up and now hold it in our hands.

The internet is nice...

Aside from this there needs to be something tangible. Recently I've been printing photos in the event the internet crashes and burns permanently. A girl can dream, right?
There's something romantic about pouring over aging photographs and my intention is for every last memory to be held in our hands, with dates and places scribbled on the back so we may remember the twilight of our youth together.

All I ever wanted, all I ever wanted...

You stuck a pin in my backbone; put a magnet in my head.

(Thanks for keeping my head on straight.)

Got a box full of letters, think you might like to read.

Condition (mostly) Oakland

I'll write you a letter tomorrow

...tonight, I can't hold a pen.











Has someone got a stamp that I can borrow?