Thoughts From NYC

These are the four albums I have been spending the most time on...

Tue, 21 May 2013 08:06:50 -0400

These are the four albums I have been spending the most time on lately. My life continues to be driven by a search for beautiful things. Beauty can be found anywhere, you just have to be looking for it. Have an open mind. It surrounds us.

We all need a little color to lighten our days.

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 20:58:42 -0400

We all need a little color to lighten our days.

Timeless times with my son.

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 17:16:33 -0400

Timeless times with my son.

We are capable of building magnificent things, and then nature...

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 13:26:07 -0400

We are capable of building magnificent things, and then nature reclaims them. I am enraptured by this truth. No matter what we create, it will always be reclaimed. My inspiration is to try and find a balance between the two. Modernity paired with nature. I could spend a countless amount of time in each of these places, except for the underwater Jesus… maybe 5 minutes.

Sometimes...

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 06:54:12 -0400

Sometimes…
I get this twitch. When there are a million things to do and I can’t seem to get them all done, my left eyelid begins to scratch its own itch. It shudders and shakes as my body usually quivers and wakes in the morning calm. It reminds me that I am achieving amazing things and yet these are the symptoms that success and stress brings, to a body that soars and sings its song of success, needing rest, as the weekend appears to lift this weight from my shoulders. Although broad and firm they too shake and yearn for the peace of two days earned.

Sometimes…
I close my eyes and think about you laying upon my thighs, resting your hair upon my waist. This is the taste of that delightful fruit we call love, which always is ripe beyond the tenderness of night, beyond the storms of the grind that make me wonder if you even care to be mine. But you rest, and our hearts are calm as they pump to the beat of one song, life.

Sometimes…
I wander, when the nights are long and the merciless throngs of responsibility and work make me want to run, to hop on a train that will usher me to a plane, and disappear without a word. A silent act of escape. You are here. And I am there. And life would be without a care, or love. Love… The only thing that anchors me down.

Sometimes…love makes the heart sing.

(To be read out loud in a jam to a crowd.)

Simple and creative.

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 09:36:18 -0400

Simple and creative.

Dream, Realize, Change, Be...

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 17:07:56 -0400

Stepping out into the morning grey,
A distant thought returns to mind.
The distinctive aroma of Winter air,
Rejuvenating thoughts of adolescent times.

There are so very few worthy things,
That invigorate us at a moment’s pass.
Taking in a controlled breath to fill our lungs,
Conscious of them swelling, a soft gasp.

We walk to and fro in a stream of various paces.
A river of wool, herringbone, tweed.
Uncovered ears and porcelain faces,
Scorched red from the Winter’s deeds.

Monoliths of steel and concrete tower above us.
They are the fruits of determined minds.
But oh so many of these fruits are rotting.
For good workers these days are hard to find.

Our lips are cracked or covered in balm.
Some are coated in shades of red.
Clouds of breath escape as our souls.
Longing thoughts of our tussled blankets and the warmth of bed

remind us. They haunt us.
They hinder us from pushing forward.
They encourage idle ways and long lays,
Abandoning the things we steward.

For although we are not alone in this world,
In our cities of light and glass.
There are few that dream such dreams,
And more that throw stones as they pass.

Forget the dreams we dream in bed.
Pursue the dreams realizable instead.

evocativesynthesis: stacked book lamp (via Rustic Crafts &...

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 17:23:48 -0400

evocativesynthesis:

stacked book lamp (via Rustic Crafts & Chic Decor)

Going to make one of these

If I had an attic, I would do this in a heartbeat.

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 18:57:24 -0500

If I had an attic, I would do this in a heartbeat.

Love love love this.

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 18:52:09 -0500

Love love love this.

I crave light, lots of light! I want even the darkest places to...

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 14:01:12 -0500

I crave light, lots of light! I want even the darkest places to be illuminated. I want the typical to mystify. I want to see your hand prints on the heat sensitive tiles. Life needs to be filled with passion and beauty. It doesn’t take thousands to make this happen.

What is the story behind the boat? How did it get there? I want...

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 12:28:46 -0500

What is the story behind the boat? How did it get there? I want to explore.

I love wearing white pants. There are so many looks that can...

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 12:32:45 -0500

I love wearing white pants. There are so many looks that can really stand out with white. Wear white whenever you want. There aren’t any significant rules for white. Just rock it, no matter what time of year. Haters are going to hate. It is their job.

I grabbed this still from a YouTube video. I love almost...

Sat, 16 Feb 2013 20:41:31 -0500

I grabbed this still from a YouTube video. I love almost everything about this living room, the lighting, minimalist design, and furniture. The thing that ruins it for me is the wire mess under the tv.

I am drawn to the use of light. Light is liberating. It exposes...

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 15:12:19 -0500

I am drawn to the use of light. Light is liberating. It exposes things that might not have been appreciated or noticed otherwise.

Into the Cloud

Wed, 09 Jan 2013 19:11:32 -0500

Your eyes are soft.

A cashmere scarf is nestled under your chin.

The sun has begun to stir and toss away the blanket of night.

Your wool overcoat keeps the warmth within.

The damp grass blades cut against the leather of your soles,

As your heals sink with each step.

Surrounded by the mist that unfolds,

Upon the field just ahead.

It is dark, yet there is calm.

The haze cannot diminish your light.

You are Light, existing still,

In the darkness that used to be Night.

The very nature of this haze is clouding.

Yet it brings focus on you in entirety.

Attributes and flaws become hidden.

The approaching eye perceives a glimpse of beauty.

You weren’t and now you are,

As you emerge through the mist across the field.

The cloud that escapes from your lips,

Is only part of how you feel.

As you sigh and soak in the comfort of relief in knowing that your destination lays ahead,

The glow of the lanterns on the platform shimmer and dance in gold, orange, yellow, and red.

And so you have arrived.

You are where you are supposed to be.

Only time will tell if is was worth the morning spent with me.

I have a fascination with the little things. You can enjoy so...

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 19:04:49 -0500

I have a fascination with the little things. You can enjoy so much in so little. Ice, in particular, can not only be refreshing, but absolutely stunning. Waxed canvas lunch bags…awesome. It is where utility and beauty meet.

Leather, Concrete, Fine Wood, Skin, Warmth. Things don’t...

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 12:18:00 -0500

Leather, Concrete, Fine Wood, Skin, Warmth. Things don’t need to be elaborate or complex.

Why can’t everything be clean? People say that things...

Sat, 22 Dec 2012 21:42:29 -0500

Why can’t everything be clean? People say that things that are clean lined do not look lived in. Of course they are lived in, just not by slobs. There is nothing like red to accent a room and make it come alive.

Liberating streams

Tue, 27 Nov 2012 07:43:41 -0500

I love washing my hair while leaning over the edge of the bathtub, kneeling. I feel my composure, prostrate before the water. My head breaks its stream and the water rushes over me. I feel it trickling down my temples, past my eyes, and watch it cascade down to the plastic. In that moment the expiation of all that weighs on my head is washed free and away. My head is renewed. I can raise it high once more.