Grey Rocks.

(I hope you liked my little pun)

So this is a poem Grey Freeman wrote and posted on my facebook wall. And well, I thought it deserved more than just a facebook wall, so I am reposting it here.  Be sure to check out his tumblr. :]

 

a little letter was stamped wrong
and across oceans, it traveled long.
it was meant for you, and you alone;
your name is on it as if in stone.
and though this envelope has many hues,
to open it i shan’t muse.
these pictures of people in green and red,
were all meant for you instead.

-Grey Freeman (http://greyfreeman.tumblr.com/)

ps. Happy Halloween! :]

No pictures, Just words.

For the first time in a long time, today I was truly happy. I am generally a very happy person, but I’ve been so stressed lately and I have had absolutely no time for myself (or for blogging or photographing). So that explains my lame photo-less entry. Today was a good day. A very good one. Until tonight. The realization I made tonight didn’t ruin my day, it just really… sucks.

So a year and a half ago, I went to Ireland and Scottland. In Ireland, I bought a beautiful “klodda” <- (that’s probably spelled wrong) ring. It was the most expensive piece of jewelry I have ever purchased, but I wore it every day and it had a lot of sentimental value. Then, in Scottland, I purchased a simple celtic knot ring for like six euros or something. I wore both every single day and never took them off. Then field hockey season started and I had to take them off for games. I had been very good about putting them in this little container I had in my bag, but the other day, I forgot to or something and I just flung them in my bag. I have been wondering where they were these past few days but I haven’t really worried too much because I frequently leave them in my field hockey bag. But after searching today, they were nowhere to be found. I remember at the game, lifting my sweatshirt out of the bag and with it my earrings that got flung into the grass. Luckily I saw those and picked them up. But I’m beginning to think that my rings were with them. So they were rings, and now they are gone. Who cares? Well usually I wouldn’t but somehow it really hurts. I can’t explain it. It seems SO stupid. And I’m even sorry to be writing about something so insignificant, but they had so much value to me. So much, that I’m going to drive back to the field (which is like 40+ minutes away) and search through the grass for them, and… there’s a VERY good chance that I will not find them. But somehow, in my hectic life, it’s worth the long drive even knowing they probably won’t be there. I can’t explain it…. but. It’s all so stupid. They’re just rings. And why should you care?

Upset-ly

Rachel

…if they grew down?

Randomly,

Rachel

Here’s a po-M ’bout the eng. language. Ok?

Evolution

or decomposition

has occurred within the English Language.

Words were once pondered and selected with great care;

Speech was articulate and sure.

Language was beautiful, even fashionable;

It directly corresponded to ones rank and education.

But over time,

Such carefulness and importance

has been lost.

Replaced with abbreviations,

intentional misspellings,

and new-age lingo

all completely lacking the beauty language once maintained.

People speak mindlessly in broken, improper sentences

punctuated only by questions of approval.

It is as if that which is spoken must be approved by the listener,

or else its validity dimishes…

you know?

Language has been so severely reduced to

shortened words or

combinations of letters and numbers that form

gr8 and EZ wayz 2 communicate!

Contractions are consistantly laced within our language:

the ultimate form of laziness,

But,

Y do u kare? It doesn’t relle matter. Duz it?

Disgustedly,

Rachel

If only they really sparkled…

Fizzily,

Rachel

Squeaky Swings and Tall Grass…

Disclaimer: None of these pictures are edited; they are 100% untouched. I must admit, none of them are all too magnificent, but I figured Maddy would appreciate me putting some of them up.

but anyway, these are some random pictures from this summer.

Anyone care for a spamwich? Haha. This was for a photography challenge entitled, “Spam”. Easy enough right?

Sky high reflections

Dear Jason Mraz, Marry me?

Good bye Summer. I will miss you.

Nostalgically,

Rachel

Simple Curiosity

Do the colours of the flowers in the sunlight; so bright,

lose their colour as they fade into the night?

Do they seep through the stems and into the dirt,

to provide for the other side of the earth?

Are the colours that glow in their flowers that bloom,

recycled from our spring afternoon?

…to be continued. maybe?

Poetically,

Rachel

…But I Managed…

So, last post, I went on about how I couldn’t take pictures… and how it was ruining my life and such… but I did. I went out over the week and balanced the camera on my forearm as I attempted to focus and everything. My pictures may all come out terribly but it was certainly worth a shot. I have to develop them and such before I can find out but I’m keeping my fingers crossed… well the ones that I can keep crossed…

In the meantime, here are some cool pictures I found at www.dpchallenge.com (A photo contest website that I commonly enter, but never anything this good.) None of this is my own work, and I do not own any rights. I am simply admiring these photographers’ works.

Admiringly,

Rachel

:( No mo photo…

I have found, that with a dislocated thumb, it’s quite difficult to focus the lens of a camera… much less hold the thing. Therefore, lately, I’ve been trying to refrain. Let me tell you, it’s been hard. But the pictures I have taken have come out mostly blury because I have to balance the camera on my arm as I press the shutter. But, I never realized how much I depend on photography. I guess depend isn’t the right word… (it reminds me of old person diapers…) but I guess I never realized how much I truly enjoy it. Now that I can’t (really…) I wish more than anything I could. And of course this happens right at the beggining of spring, one of the most beautiful times of the year. There was a cardinal in a tree the other day and I just sat there looking at it, praying for my thumb to magically fix itself, and a camera to fall out of the sky into my newly healed hands. Needless to say, that did not happen. My cast is still on, and I still have the same camera I did a year ago… But, A girl can dream…

Thoughtfully,

Rachel

Keys Please…

I am now officially a licensed driver.

Yes. Be afraid. No, actually I’m a very good driver. I only go slightly above the speed limit (so people don’t tailgate me) and I always use my blinker! But anyway… Hip Hip Hurray! But today while waiting in the never-ending line of people getting licenses renewed, I was caught up between a conversation between two puerto rican women and another man standing nearby. They were speaking in spanish (very very fast spanish I might add) and then I think the guy made some kind of suggestive or teasing comment to the girl. And the entire spanish speaking population inside of the DMV either laughed or at least smiled. I felt so out of the loop. Yes, I am in Spanish 4 but the only thing I learn in that class is spanish body parts, hospital vocabulary and the um… private life of the kid who sits across from me. But being in this situation today… gave me mixed feelings. For one, jealousy. I wish I could communicate with another person in a language that not everyone could understand (besides pig latin). And another, just pure fascination. Perhaps some of this was because I was stuck in a boring line for a long time, but I don’t know. It just seems so interesting that there are so many different languages and dialects that are still active today. Anyway, I must be off. I have mulitple tests tomorrow and the twice post-poned pep rally to worry about. (I need to try on my pink tights again…)

Verbally?,

Rachel