Leather Shoes

_____This is the very first thing I wrote on my "Leather Boots" project last year in creative writing. I didn't find it until now when I was going through a notebook that I've been doing another project in...

The desert is where it is soft and familiar.
Out among the trees and chill, the desert is tough and unyielding.
I walk through the rocks and I trudge through the mud. The desert is thirsty,
but through all of the cracks of wear, the water runs too quickly.
I was thankful I had found the desert again before I left.
For a long time, it had lain hidden beneath canvas.
Beneath plastic and rubber, and beneath dark cotton and polyester.
I found it in a cardboard box wrapped in thin woven strings.
The desert warmed as it sat in the sunny warmth by a blue and red fire.
Light flickers a hazy hot orange around the edges, and brown shadows hide cool air.
Singing raises and lowers the moon. The desert's land laughs, softly trembling with the strings of a late-night guitar.
The player looks up to the stars, and the voice from deep inside fades with time.
Canvas zippers close. The moon lowers.
The desert is left outside while the world sleeps.
When the birds come back again, the desert will see the world.

_____Now that I've finished the class, I can see many things that if I were to completely re-do it again, I would change, especially the blatant describing of things - "Light flickers a hazy hot orange..." But even though this is one of the first projects I did in that class, I'm actually quite happy with it. I like the ideas put in this more than my final "Leather Boots", even if my writing is... odd.

"Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent." Victor Hugo

_____As I begin typing this, it is almost midnight, and Mom told me to go to bed half an hour ago... but I've been listening to beautiful music. It's been a while since I listened to any of this, but... it's just lovely, so I thought I'd share.
_____"Follow the Map" Mono
_____"If I Could See You Again" Yiruma
_____"Lunar Voyage" Jeremiah Pena
_____"When the Love Falls" Yiruma
_____"Exurgency" Zoe Keating
_____"Wonderful" Jeremiah Pena
_____"Basic Endeavor" Jeremiah Pena
_____ "Wagon Wheel" Tyler Herrin (Old Crow Medicine Show cover) - For me, this song means a lot. It's my whole growing up listening to people play this and everyone joining in to sing around the campfire.
_____The sound of rain
_____"Scarborough Fair" Celtic Lady

On Concepts and Shots

_____I've really been wanting to start a new project for a little while now. I'm not sure exactly what I want to do, but I've been finding things in my basement, and my dad's been giving me stuff he finds cleaning out the garage to work with. A 1975 National Geographic book, Song and Garden Birds of North America, and some maps of northern Utah that my dad must have gotten at Deseret Industries years ago. I don't really have a clear concept in my mind of what I want to do with these things... but I know that I want to do something, so I'd say that I have my start!
_____Also, I've been obsessed with Flickr for the past while, and can spend hours looking through photo streams. My favorites have been Karrah Kobus and Alex Stoddard, who both have photos that are unbelievably beautiful to me. It's always interesting to just go through them and read what the person thinks about their own work, because many believe that they're not filling their potential, but they still produce something that can truly be appreciated. It's fun to watch as people grow.
_____Over this summer I want to work out how to take even decent photos. I'm hoping I'll find myself dedicating some of my time to that! I also want to learn how to use my dad's old 80's film camera, and that should be some fun. Until then, I'll always be looking at Flickr! The Library of Congress's photos are always fantastic to look at just to see a glimpse of the past!

One Word seems pretty much fantastic! My dream - writing without thinking, yet, with a prompt. Ah, for luck.

Dean Winchester is...

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Dean Winchester is awesome. It's been much too long since I watched Supernatural and I really should catch up, but this was a drawing for my cousin who really likes the series. In ink and watercolor, with some random pencil still in there.
Jensen Ackles's hair is fun. : )

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Lexie says that this somehow reminds her of Doctor Who. If so, awesome, but unintentional! Mostly, I was just having way too much watercolor fun, and could not stop on this day - from Easter 2011.

Vampire Sophia

Supposed to be Sophia Coppola (new to me), in ink and watercolors.

In Frame

I only know it when I see it.
When the oranges all blend together.
When they become a ball of red, in space.
In infinite space.
Why is space infinite?
Why do we even look at the finite things?
Why are the things that are here the things that always seem more important
than the things that go on forever, but aren't there?
No color is lower than any other.
No lights can be confined, because they don't want to be.
There's no eye that can truly see, because we just see what we're there for.
What if we only saw the words that we cared for?
Would we see ourselves in a perfect world?
Would we see ourselves in a place where plums grow all year long
and the only thing that can dampen is water itself?
There's only the grass and the weeds and the yellow of the flowers
in those grasses, and weeds, and in more flowers.
The sun is a dog.
The sky always laughs.
The clouds are quiet comforters, for those who are slightly agoraphobic,
just barely.
Doing the splits was a childhood thing to want,
but I keep seeing myself going back to it.
Blue jeans and bare feet,
always with the sun.
Always with the sun, and the rain.
We smile when we see flowers
but I don't know why.
They're just things that change.
Not infinite either.
Always hiding, then smiling for a moment before getting hidden again.
But they're beautiful to many
either because they change,
or they change us.
Maybe thinking about the flowers gives us reasons
to think about the other things,
like knees and noses, and the ocean, and depth.
Kissing the trees.
Always kissing the trees.
Smile.
Always the cotton blows,
and gets caught in our hair.
Flowers bloom like onions,
paint splatters,
dresses,
galaxies,
hair framing a face,
book pages,
sedimentary metamorphic igneous rock.
Vampires bite to please themselves,
and we are silly creatures.
We are the silly ones who love the water even though it can kill us.
It's silly to think of such things,
but it's those silly things that make us smile.
Always smile.