The life of a nanny…
My job is so stressful.
Trapped in a tunnel. Oh no.. what should i do.
SoAnyway
This is the world. This is my mind. These are my words.
Body art.
Right arm – Owl on a bike
Left arm- Knitting owl, Nerdy reading owl, Photographer owl
Photos By Stacia Weller
The lady in the red scarf…
I went to Mt. Rainier. It was cold, and there was snow.
I walked around following a lady in the red scarf.
And some other red things too.
…but mostly just the lady in the red scarf.
I guess i should be greatful that they didn’t steal the bike.
I walked out of the building around 9:15pm, after the intro to darkroom lab class was finished and i had talked to the professor. I was in my head when i left the building. I was tired and distracted with thoughts of Jerry Uelsmann, and my soon to be photographic wonders. I walked over to my bike, unlocked it and turned on the backlight. I hit the button twice to go from a solid red to a blinking red. Three times would have made it strobe but that annoys me so i never use it. I pulled the bike back out of the bike rack and reached my hand to the handle bars prepared to click twice to turn on the front light to blinking. Like i said i was tired so it took me a moment to register what was actually wrong when i pressed the spot the light should have been and nothing happened. The light was gone. Sometime in the 2.5 hours i had been in class someone thought it best to remove the light from my bike. Sometimes i hate people. But i guess i should be greatful that they didn’t steal the bike. I proceeded to ride my bike home hoping that my blinking red back light would be enough for cars to not hit me. As it turns out it was.. this time.
Sweet September.
September was going to be a great month. I road in on a sugar high, giggling, and hopeful. But, like with any true artificial high, when the sweet turned to sour i was left with fatigue and exhaustion, headaches and mood swings, and cravings for more of the sugar i was now being denied. I never did get any more sugar. And while September turned out not to be so sweet i am still left with a hopeful feeling. This month turned into a stumble to find myself. I am not quite sure where i was left, and i didn’t even notice i was gone, but when i looked.. i wasn’t there. I stopped crafting a while ago. I haven’t made a book in months. My knitting lays in bags hung in the closet. Projects so neglected that i no longer even remember what it was i was knitting. My cameras have all been collecting dust on a shelf. My journals lay blank next to cracked paints, and pens with dried up ink.
I am determined to find myself in things people are learning to forget. Things that i remember i used to love. I picked up a new film camera from the thrift store, and a manual typewriter too. I dusted off my old AE-1, my Holga, and my Polaroid Land Camera. I have found some darkroom space to use and should start developing something useful in a matter of weeks ( months? who knows.. its been years). I have been listening to my walkman (thriftstore), and some old tapes. I will write some letters on my type writer, and i will send them out into the world, with a handmade envelope, and a smile.
