i don't know if my dear mother looks at this, or even know it exists. if so she'd probably think it was strange that i post old photos of her, semi-regularly. however, they are just some of the best film i have around.
music chosen accordingly. the mamas & the papas, monday, monday, a track from my early autumn playlist. working on building up a catalogue of tunes from the 60's. oh i dream of a record player.
current listen, as per a recommendation a long time gone from mr. kyle wilhelm. the cotton jones album circa 2009, paranoid cocoon. the perfect listen for a partly cloudy, somewhat lazy, mildly breezy early fall afternoon walk through a transitional brooklyn park, some strange rain
alternating between brooklyn birthday backyards, george washington bridge vantage points, recommended reading (not that i embarked on the moral compass, but it probably wouldn't be such a bad idea), photogenic felines and charismatic canines is how i wrap up the sweltering season.
i swear, at least i hope, that someday i will grow out of my persistent penchant for alliteration (ah, you see! i bring it upon myself, it rears it's ugly head directly from my fingertips and into the caption)
princess sam, photo by kelly i adore everything about this; the yellow and gold hues, the grain (almost fooled me into thinking it was dug up from the 70's), the stillness, the lack of eye-contact, etc. but mostly the simultaneous strangeness and normality of the photo is what pleases me so.
...not to mention it provides a segue for sharing this (as you know how i love my vegetarian themed reading)
i don't know who this sassy gal is (via google images- i hope putting her up here doesn't grant me pedo points), but she's summing it all up, and kind of like a smaller version of me- the bangs, the big eyes, awkward stance. but mainly the "hearting" of new york is what deems this photo most appropriate. september 2nd is the one year mark; i think i'll call it home.