I’ve been drinking

Let’s be honest, so have you. It’s a snow day.

One of my favorite Christmas gifts was my Epson Perfection V550 photo scanner. I’ve been able to get so much work done with this new beauty.

Most of the film I’ve been scanning was shot back in 2013 while I was living in CT. I am always amazed at how easily I can be transported to another place/time when working with my pictures.

Many of these rolls were shot at an orchard I used to work at. The orchard was owned by a middle aged couple who were in the middle of a nasty divorce and because they had so much on their plate they completely let the orchard fall apart for about two years before I started working there. Needless to say, my time there was brief, but I was able to spend an entire summer exploring and photographing the 20+ acres of apple trees.

I felt compelled to photograph the orchard because there is something so savage and poetic about natures take over once humans have stopped trying to control the land.

These images have not been edited yet. Enjoy the sloppy preview of my orchard pictures…

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Chapter 7: Back to Georgia

Hi there.

Remember me?

I know its been a while and I’m sorry about that.

But I’m back… in black… and better than ever!

Seriously though, a lot has changed since my last post. I’d love to share with you, if you’ll have me back that is.

The last time we spoke I was making jam in Asheville and it was summertime. Asheville sure was fun and it was a necessary change, a much needed adventure, but I began to feel stagnant by mid summer. The mountains can make you feel infinite at times, like they charge you with their immense power, but other times they can make you feel trapped and claustrophobic. After spending so much time in Connecticut away from my family in Georgia it seemed silly to move to a city in North Carolina where I didn’t know anyone… so close to my home in Georgia, yet so ¬†isolated in my mountain town. I suppose the real issue was I needed to reconnect with my roots.

Move #7: Back to Georgia

In August I high tailed it back to Alpharetta, Georgia, the town I did most of my growing up in and also a place I only visited a handful of times in the past six years.

Life works in mysterious ways. This year began with a feeling; a feeling I needed to change my life, a feeling I needed to move, a feeling much like growing pains. I decided to follow my gut and I moved. I created a life that was truly and completely mine up in Connecticut, independent of my family and friends down south. I left all of that behind because something was telling me it was time to move on. The new path I fell onto was rough and I got hurt badly this past year but I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world. I learned things in Asheville that I needed to learn. One of them being say goodbye when you feel it’s time to.

I had no idea why I felt the need to return to GA, but the feeling was so strong I could not turn away.

Almost one month after moving back I met the love of my life. Malcolm and I knew we were in love right away and it is like nothing I’ve experienced before. At the same time it is the most natural and instinctual relationship or even part of my life to date.

This year I learned to listen to my instinct and trust my intuition. It sounds cheesy but guess who doesn’t care? This girl. You know what you need even if you don’t know you know it. I finally feel like I’m the person I’ve always wanted to be. I love myself, I love the world, I see beauty all around. I love the hurt and sadness that brought me here. It was worth every second. I am in love.

When you know, you know.

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