Sunflower discovery

We love our old Buick.

 

Driving in the sun with the windows down.

Bouncing to cassette tapes.

Roads splitting and bulging at their seams

into pot holes scantily patched.

Pulling over and discovering.

Reflections off the hood.

Photographs through sunglasses.

Looking through mounds of dirt and shiny things

for unburied treasure.

A pile of terra cotta tile shards

with sunflowers. 

A bag full!

The coolest jukebox ever.

♥

It is officially Spring Break! I'm enjoying a few, much needed, hours to myself. Lately the only alone time I've come across is during all-nighters (yes I am a procrastinator). That said I have much school work to do despite this respite, but I will not neglect artistic pursuits. There are pictures to be taken, pages to be painted, mail art to be created, and dreams to be had. 

A list in progress:

1. Climb a tree!
   
2. Self portraiture: photo, sketch, paint
   
3. Develop Clare's narrative
   
4. Conceptual photography
   
5. Make prints of my photos
   
6. Write a short film already
   
7. Shoot 8mm
8. Get organized
   
9. Road trip
   
10. Think of a series
    
11. Practice yoga
    
12. Drive (still don't have my license...)
    
13. Get published
    
14. Pick a major

Nothing, Indiana.

Pictures of nothing.

Like sandy water in the sky.

Textures that go unnoticed

or are eradicated because their beauty is not apparent.

Seeing the little things

and appreciating them before they disappear or are washed away.

This intriguing structure may not remain for much longer.

Agent P and I decided that we needed to go for a Sunday drive. We flipped a coin once to determine North or South and again for East and West. This lead us to Indiana where we saw a rainbow in a single cloud floating above riots of development. When it is warmer and the snow isn't to our knees we will try and find this house again and remember that there were once footprints in the snow. I want to bring my camera everywhere, it's becoming a part of me. I'm always taking note of pictures I would like to take but soon forget about. 

Did you go on Sunday drives as a kid to another neighborhood or state? To the city or country? To people watch? My mother used to tell me stories from her childhood when she would nestle in the car with her mother and father every Sunday for a Sunday Drive. I hope that driving aimlessly to Love FM and the oldies stations becomes a Sunday ritual; having the freedom to pull over at every point of interest and take pictures (when it's not freezing). I love it, even if the destination seems boring the act of driving and listening to that happy music you can sing along to is worth it. 

Can you guess what the nothings are?

xo Lara