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in other words // hope

“i’m soft, i dream too. i let myself dream… it could happen. i’m ready. i’ve watched snails climb over ten foot walls and vanish.” -bukowski, “on the continent” the undisciplined tongue blogbukowskicoloradodenverdreamsgoalshopenaturephotographypoetryquoteswomenwriting

love my lens // baby

on wednesday, after a mere 20 inches of snow blanketed denver in the most glorious way, the storm broke, and as if by some deep and primal calling, we all emerged from our warm cocoons and into the wilds.  i took out one of my all time favorite camera accessories: my lensbaby.  true love. the…

you remember records

the snow swirls, the tea steeps, and i’m wrapped in the cozy sounds of sinatra’s velvety croons emanating from my grandparents’ vinyl.  i close my eyes and conjure up the joy of their 5 o’clock ritual.  of husbands and wives and sisters and brothers gathered together and celebrating life.  scotch splashing, ice cubes tinkling, as…

the hunger

fierce is the longing for my home place, an intangible ache marrow-deep. shaped by her fields and her bayous, her mysteries and misfits and beasts. borne of her soil, married to her seasons, my rhythms shift and change in her absence. her likeness haunts me, ablaze in the kaleidoscope of colors at sundown or the song…

in other words // snow

“perhaps all the snow in the world will fall, burying everything, such silence, and then i will come out of it in the spring, different, cleaner, not born again so much as built up.” -rick bass, winter the undisciplined tongue blogcoloradodenverquotessnowspringwinter

freedom

i’ve always marveled at birds on a wire. envious how they float just above this rational world. do they mourn our cluttered lives? are they saddened by our cages? outraged at our tail-chasing? the undisciplined tongue birdsblogcoloradodenverfreedommile high citynaturephotographypoetrytruthwomenwriting

light in the heart

do i alone dream of being luminous? vibrant and tender and open to the richest depths. with no purpose save for radiating beauty and a quiet, effortless grace that offers a brief respite from the crowded mess. unearthing things and unfolding them softly into the world. the undiscovered regions and the hopes and fears that petrify. no…

revolt. do something. anything. real.

we’ve been bamboozled. we’re being controlled by a bunch of greedy suits and the electronic idols they dangle in front of us. it’s preposterous. we spend twelve hours a day with media.  twelve.  that’s half of our daily allotment of life.  not to mention that we’re subjected to over 5,000 ads and brand names during…

in other words // roots

“are we misled by the fact that we move freely on the earth and are not rooted to it in the same way as trees to the ground or fingers to the hand?” -alan watts, cloud-hidden, whereabouts unknown the undisciplined tongue alan wattsblogfreedommississippiphotographyquotestravelwomen

back on top

because there’s something so satisfying about knowing you’ve reached the highest point. of anything. the undisciplined tongue adventureblogcoloradoloveLowamountainsnatureoutdoorstravelwomen