Thursday, April 5, 2012

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

grey stables














Grey and cold as the dickens today.
Weather gods, I'd like some sunshine please.
But for now, I'm off to drink tea and snuggle with my pups.



And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes 
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
-Sylvia Plath

Monday, February 27, 2012

red as strawberries in summertime




















Found this dress hanging in my nan's closet. The side seam was split, but it was an easy fix.
In a few weeks I'll be going home for her 90th birthday.

Also, if you're reading this and you care, I'm sorry I haven't been around much. Ive been busy counting raindrops, drinking rose steamers, and pondering the existence of god with Descartes. Feel free to look for me on tumblr, flickr, or follow me on instagram (@alabee).



So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger – because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.
-Jack Kerouac 

Saturday, November 5, 2011

sparkle and shine






















Now your poems' light is all
the unending light of your presence
in the living light of your voice
-Jackson Mac Low

Saturday, September 24, 2011

sunnies



















We burnt till the ground left a view to admire
With buildings aside, church of white
Have burnt till the ground left a grave to admire
Hills reach for the sky, reach the church of white.
-Beirut

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Oh hey there


























I've moved to Oregon for school, which is lovely, but it was hard to leave behind my sunny California.

Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man. 

-Robert Burns