gather ye rosebuds

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.

mountain air

living in nyc, i get my fair share of interesting smells wafting through the air. sometimes it is good...like the cinnabun smell that happens right at the corner of 3rd avenue and 14th street. some are bad, like trash day thursday - or how about the subway stench that lingers while waiting for the train to hurry and scoop you up? one thing we do not get a lot of (actually not at all) in the city is fresh, crisp, utterly clear mountain air. so on the recent trip to park city, i breathed and i breathed deeply!

aside from the beauty and endless scenery, the mountains offered a sense of calm i haven't felt in a while. much like the ocean's rhythmic waves feel, the mountains loomed larger than me, but i couldn't have felt more at ease.

that also had to do with the good company i was with - the b family. park city is their home away from home and i got to see a bit of its beauty. the leaves were starting to transition into rusty orange and vibrant red and the temps dipped into the 50s at night. felt like fall sipping on my Wasatch pumpkin ale. there is something so lovely about fall that i appreciate all the more because i am a florida girl and our closest thing to fall is discovered at the local craft store selling plastic pumkins and fabric leaves. this here was the real deal, and who doesn't love the real deal?

new york, i love you.

four years ago i packed my bags, flew to ny and landed on my sister's doorstep in gramercy. i slept on her couch, spent afternoons endlessly searching on the internet for jobs in coffee shops, and signed on a treehouse apt in the east village (9:30pm on the back of a sebring convertible - sketchy doesn't even begin to describe).

to take the words from james murphy's lips, "new york, i love you but you are bringing me down."

but when you bring me down, you go and do something to bring me up. like offer $5 bouquets of roses at the corner bodega or do that charming little thing where when the light shines just right you look like the most amazing city in the world.

a relationship that i believe not just me, but everyone who lives here has with new york, is that of frustration, hope, doubt, belief, optimism, heartbreak - the list goes on. it is like a friendship that you may part from one day but it will always be imprinted in your heart.

thank you, new york. for the past, present and future.

when the unexpected happens

sometimes it is good for a mistake to happen. i like the way this photo turned out because of the fog that appeared on my lens. it just adds to the fact that the humidity in turks was extremely high. vacation turns into one big haze anyways, doesn't it? time flies and makes it a blur.


so, i know it has been available for a while now, but i am just recently jumping on the pinterest bandwagon. it is quite the addiction but also serving as a way to really gather some inspiration and get my visual stimuli going. hoping this motivates for more photography to come... check it: http://pinterest.com/kinosi/