LA, and on old photographs.


Photos from last spring break in Los Angeles {and more on my professional portfolio.}  I've been holding on to them because the boy in the last photo and I broke up. It felt weird to share them, even though they still mean a lot to me  ... and make me happy, actually. That's one thing I really learned from KonMari: how to listen to what "sparks joy" even if, by all logical thinking, it shouldn't. Old photos are one of those things for me ... and a few pairs of threadbare, stretched out leggings.

On New Years Day, I read a quote from Paulo Coehlo. It said: "when we hold on to things, the people we love suffer." A few days earlier I'd started crying in the car, as we were driving home from Christmas. Crying to my current boyfriend about my ex-boyfriend. It was unfair, but I couldn't let go. So, we both suffered. 

And while I'm on a roll referencing Basic Books I Like Despite Myself ... there's a part in Eat. Pray. Love this makes me think of. The part on the rooftop at the ashram, when Liz is mourning her marriage. "But I miss him" she says. And her friend replies "so miss him. Send him some love and light every time you think about him, then drop it."

 So here I am. Rather than holding on to these (literally, in a folder on my desktop) I'm sharing them, sending love and light, so I can let them go.


(photos) on film with Pentax K1000 | my dear friend Christopher, at the Getty Museum. Wilshire, Venice Beach, and Tyler at the the hotel pool.  (p.s.) A city guide for the best afternoon in LA and an LA inspired song.

3 comments:

  1. some pictures capture more than just the scenic beauty!

    Hold on tight!

    Take care!

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