Wednesday, April 10, 2013


We leave tomorrow. 
I could stay another week.

Monday, April 08, 2013

Day Number 14,033

“The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.” ― J.D. Salinger, Nine Stories

“We're all lonely for something we don't know we're lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we've never even met?”

 David Foster Wallace

Wish I Was Ocean Size

Sunday, April 07, 2013

La Mar

We made it. The edge of the world. And we love it.

When Harper met La Mar for the first time, she ran straight into her- full speed. She still screams with laughter and joy when the cold waves slap her face.

Audrey greets her quietly. She lets her toes say hello first and then takes a long deep look to the horizon before wading in for a welcome.

This beach is desolate. No spring breakers here.

“He always thought of the sea as 'la mar' which is what people call her in Spanish when they love her. Sometimes those who love her say bad things of her but they are always said as though she were a woman. Some of the younger fishermen, those who used buoys as floats for their lines and had motorboats, bought when the shark livers had brought much money, spoke of her as 'el mar' which is masculine.They spoke of her as a contestant or a place or even an enemy. But the old man always thought of her as feminine and as something that gave or withheld great favours, and if she did wild or wicked things it was because she could not help them. The moon affects her as it does a woman, he thought.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea