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Monday, June 17, 2013

sprouts.


A couple months ago I started volunteering with a Bay Area organization called Sprouts, a non-profit group which bring kids into the cooking process--from visiting farms and harvesting produce, to prepping and cooking with respected local chefs. As the photographer for these classes, my main focus was on the kids and their interaction with food, but when I could sneak away I took some of my own still shots as well.

These shots are a selection from a dumpling-making session with Chef Michael of La Folie. 









Monday, April 8, 2013

things that fall.


things that fall
me, for you.


I like it a little dirty.



Vestiges of winter.


Thursday, March 21, 2013

what spring does.


You do to me what spring does to the cherry trees.



It was a sunny day so my roommate and I decided to do some exploring and ended up finding the most gorgeous views of the city, ever. 


Coca Cola.


I love sunshine.


Sunday, March 3, 2013

nothing is better than


nothing is better than the taste of your laughter in my mouth 
and the settling of your fingertips on my skin.


On the weekends I try to find time to walk the city, grab a coffee and buy some flowers for myself.


Will you have some tea with me?

Bread pudding.







Tuesday, February 19, 2013

swedish.


When I speak to you, my mind becomes an alien thing 
and I don't know where to put the words 
like this is the first time I've spoken English, and maybe I really speak Swedish and maybe I don't.










Wednesday, January 16, 2013

rustic.


It's wool, warmth, slightly prickly. It smells like coffee grounds that I haven't yet thrown out. It's gingham. It's your bed and your hands and me curled up in the space beneath your chin. Rolled sleeves, a slight touch of hand, the fraying leather strings on your shoes.


Thursday, December 27, 2012

more than what you do.


I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, and why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn't think you'd live through. Tell me what the word 'home' means to you.

See I wanna know more than what you do for a living. 

I want to know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.