things have been hard here.

hard, yet beautiful.

camps are great. i love the kids.

tonight = learning more skating.

thats about it.

things here are wonderful and hard and different and beautiful... and I wouldn't change them for the world.

I'm at a tough spot in my life because I am in a place that I love so dearly and yet, I cannot settle down and really dig deep roots. I call this place home. It feels that way to me, and I love it. I can't imagine my life without this place, without being who I am here. I feel more real than ever. I feel more true and honest and loving than when I am other places. I love the friends I have made here. I love spending each day laughing with Danny, Josh, Kyle and a multitude of kids running around.

I love well here. Which makes things difficult - I have left work with tears in my eyes many many times, but it is because i am loving deeply here. I feel more full here. I feel like I am more of who I am here, than I have ever been before.

I need to fall on my face and cry out to my Father everything I am feeling and struggling through. This week was heavy and I need the arms of my Father more present than ever.

dudes v necks

american apparel dudes v necks are my favorite.

so are the cliffs.

mananannananananananaña

Summer Sessions/Photo Classes start tomorrow.... a little nervous and a rather large bit excited.

Here is one of the photos by Tamara Reynolds:



love love.

Johnny Cash

The lady that I modeled for today has photographed Johnny Cash before.

incredible.

lonestar

Lonestar, the country band, played Rocketown today... Definitely out of the ordinary, but still, they played, for the Fan Fair.

Cody, one of the singers parked his truck so that my car was boxed in.... They told me to ask him to move it and I replied "I don't know who that even is." I'm guessing he's the one with overly highlighted hair that is "windblown" and feathered.

interesting.

anarchism and cell phones

anarchism here is rather amusing. the kids who pose as anarchists hate people who wear nice clothes because they must not "get it." They often hate those with nice or expensive things, however these kids have cell phones, drive nice cars and complain about their lives, but they're pampered and dress grunge and brag about not showering for days and days on end. However, a real anarchist would probably really enjoy a shower and probably wouldn't have a cell phone or drive a really nice car.

so i laugh. daily. and i take it in and enjoy the conversations that it spurs and how people laugh about it who actually do get it, not just the fake it, but the real it, the anarchist it.