Thinking and Scheming

At last, we have arrived at the present.

The purpose of this blog, I feel I should define, is to help me explore my love for photography. I'm not majoring it in, and I don't have that nice of a camera (yet), but capturing life, whether on stage or in a book or a picture, will always always always be my mind's priority.

These pictures were taken yesterday. I got out of playwriting and was struck with the need to sit around outside and think - mostly about my ten-minute play that is due, um, tomorrow. (Reminder: must work on that.)

Dreaming Tree

 I think I started taking them because I was proud of my lipstick. Seldom do I get lipstick to look right.

Lipstick

This is actually a good picture of me. That would be my thinking face. Who knows what kind of twisted stories I'm concocting.

Thinking Face

Fishers Renaissance Faire 2011

I really like Ren Faires. I am a wannabe Renny. I would like to own a trunk full of costumes, to the point where I can incorporate them into my everyday wardrobe and no one is the wiser because it's just who I am.

The one in Fishers, IN, was deliciously fun. Most of these pictures were taken with my friends camera, and then altered (if altered at all) by me.

There was a flag ground near the entrance. I love things that capture wind. 

Flags

 And light.

Lantern for Sale

 This is a shot of my in my costume. I am a faun, because fauns kick ass.

Faun Stock

 Don't be alarmed. I also have theatrical contact lenses that make me look blind. Or, rather, that make me really completely blind, so I can only wear on, and they make my eyes burn, but whatever it's a Ren Faire I'm dealing with the pain.

Broken Window

 I wanted to buy all of them so I could arrange them in various ways and take pictures.

Earthware

 Another faun shot. My ears look especially fake in this one. You can also see my sunburn, poking through.

Slowly Look Left

 Not as badly as this picture. My friend, Sarah, had it worse though. So much more bare skin.

Magic Girls

This will not be the last time you see me at a Ren Faire.

Oh hell no.

Death Cab for Cutie 2011

Dad's Hands

 My dad and I have a concert tradition. It started years ago, with Hilary Duff (my choice, obviously). We went in the summer, I believe. The same summer he was diagnosed with melanoma. We went to see her again, the following year, after he won.


We haven't been to one a year, or anything, but it is our special thing, our daddy-daughter trip. We've seen Over the Rhine. Hem. Snow Patrol. And now, Death Cab.


The one thing we will always share is our love for music.

Entrance

 This is exactly what it says it is. This is the sky outside Waffle House. It was really pretty, okay. Pretty clouds. They do it for me.

The Sky Outside Waffle House

Silhouette

Who Is James?

While at a Waffle House with my father, I found a name carved into our table. I'm a sucker for these things. What drives a person to devote the effort to carve their name into a surface? Why that particular surface? What was happening in their lives that they thought that was what they needed to do? Why do they need to preserve themselves?

This person, James, did a lovely job.

Shot One

 It was actually more interesting than my waffle.

Shot Two

From the side. I was getting artistic.

Take Three

The House in Ohio

So, one of my best friend's, Katey, lives in Ohio. She lives on a lovely farm in Ohio with her family. I love her house. It's a big old colonial farmhouse with a new addition on the first floor. They have a pond, and pastures striped with sunlight, and horses. I could stay there forever.

There is another house, maybe fifteen minutes away, that Katey and I want. We want this house badly. Cause it's a good house. It's really more like a cottage.

And it rocks.

And, as evidenced, it's also Narnia. 

Narnia

 So the barn is a bit of a fix-her-upper.

Barn?

 This is the view from the driveway. Look how welcoming it is.

Sun House

We couldn't go inside, unfortunately. Even if we never live there, a part of my heart will always exist in the House in Ohio.

The Lovely Garden

Over the summer, I went to a local event held in Muncie called Fairies, Lights, and Sprites. They hold it when the gardens are in full bloom, and it is basically an opportunity for everyone to dress up like fairies, blow bubbles, and toss glitter everywhere.

It was awesome.

The flowers were absolutely lovely. I spent more of the time wandering around with my camera glued to my face. These are my favorites.

This one reminds me of the flower from Tangled. I'll keep this in mind if I ever have a child. 

Drop of Sunshine

I love this tunnel. Do they do weddings?

Green Walk

Wall of Green

 I used to love these flowers when I was younger. I put them on the tips of my fingers, like faerie hats.

Faerie Gloves

Fields of Purple

 Can you make out the two little girls, wearing white, at the back of the tunnel? They looked like they were off to Wonderland.

Magic Walk

Gourd House

Isn't it pretty? Definitely going next year.

The Cake Cafe

There is a small hole-in-the-wall in Dublin called the Cake Cafe. You must cross the bridges and go downtown, near the Bleeding Horse. You enter through a fabric store and cross to a small courtyard in the back. This courtyard is home to the outdoor dining of the smallest yet more deliciously amazing little eatery in all of the world.

It was one of my goals, in Dublin, to go there. There are, to my knowledge, three works. The owner, her husband, and a waiter who, when I was there, wore bright pink pants. None of the dinnerware matches - it is all various patterns of china. They deliver via bike. I was very much in love with them.

I went there with Sarah. We ordered "Afternoon Tea". They bring a pot of tea for two and a tower of assorted cakes and cookies. It was the most delicious meal I have ever had.

And the most photogenic.

The Best Cake

The Best Tea

Perhaps I will find pictures of the gingerbread man - they had them in the middle of summer! Best idea ever! - and add them here.

Everyone should have afternoon tea. I don't understand why we don't.