Austin, Texas Photo Diary
Gourdough’s was so good that we went twice! Also to be noted: Elizabeth Street Cafe, Bufalina, Cafe No Se, and many many more. When the time comes, I plan to fully update this guide.
This year was a different sort of celebration. When my Uncle passed, he left behind a widow, once an only child and presently a member of our “nation.” It’s our family tradition to welcome – and with his passing, we failed to let her escape the introduction into our big, incredibly tall family. So this summer, we celebrated her wedding to yet another Irish Catholic in our family’s favorite spot, South Haven.
I thought these photos couldn’t stand alone. They needed their story because it’s quite a unique one. It’s a story that provokes “feel good” vibes. And my own sibling’s willingness to be photographed. All in all, it was the kind of wedding where we all slipped on our swimsuits and completely undid all the pretty that we had put on by the time the cake had been cut and vows had been said.
^^^^ love ^^^^
Humboldt Boat Park screams summer, during this season also known as – wait for it – summer. It’s blossoming and bright and boasts life in the form of people picnicking and ducks doing their water-borne thing. I’ll admit – I’m not the biggest fan of summer. I could arguably write a really persuasive essay about why it is not my favorite season. But photographs like these will surely bring back waves of nostalgia come February.
For some place so far removed from the lakefront, there was this wonderful breeze at the Park.
Fun Fact! You can actually fish here. Crazy, crazy cool things happening at a city park that feels like it isn’t.
I find that each time I edit a picture, I get this indescribable excitement. Or when I put pen to paper to write copy, I get this motivation to choose words or stories that are uniquely my own.
Coupled with my love for this space, I question putting parts of myself out into its black hole. It’s a common human condition to wonder what people think of you. In this day and age, my name – and this URL – are easily discoverable with a simple, inquiring Google search. I find it a little unnerving to think that all that this is – developed some place and time in the quiet of my bedroom – can impart some notion about me or my capabilities.
Needless to say, I am intending to return to this blog with more frequency and more content. If you follow along (whoever you are), let’s do this thing – again. And for now, enjoy the beauty that is Tokyo, Japan.
Kyoto, Japan was our favorite city that we visited. Situated in the South of Japan, it was warmer in Kyoto than Tokyo and Hakone, which made for some beautiful cherry blossom watching. There is something so simple about cherry blossoms. Yet, something remarkably compelling that draws you to each tree, bloom by bloom. We missed the full blooms by less than 5 days but finding a blossoming tree amongst those that had yet blossomed brought so much joy. The sheer amount of photos that I collected is evidence enough.
Kyoto is characterized by its old city charm, in great contrast to the modernization of Tokyo. While buses are the main method of public transportation, walking is another great way to see the city and travel to the path of shrines that are located on one side of the city. Other important spots like Arashiyama and the Golden Pavilion are easily accessible by bus. Biking was also an important method of transportation as well. During cherry blossom season, tourism is huge and I definitely preferred quieter scenes to the hustle and bustle of the shrines. We went to Arabica Coffee right when it opened one morning and in the afternoon on another day. As a fan of coffee culture, I enjoyed sitting alone in the shop, no line or chatter first thing in the morning. Thank you jetlag!
And now, I’ll let the photos do the talking.
Hi blog! It’s me, an old friend who seems to have lost your number for a few months. Life is busy around here. As I tell my Dad, I need to “figure out my life.” And he promptly replies, you can never “figure out your life.” In my head, I know he is right. This was a general theme of our conversations whilst traveling in Japan. I would talk, Dad would listen and I would realize that Dad is generally a wise guy. It’s a pattern.
Cherry blossoms! And spring in Japan! These are just the beginnings of the massive amount of photos that I accumulated from my Japan trip. I promise (pinky promise, really) to update and curate little guides in the next week or so. See you soon! Aren’t these cherry blossoms magnificent?
Chicago artist Theaster Gates saved this empty and dilapidated 1920s bank from the City of Chicago for $1. Following community donations and its refurbishment, Theaster converted the bank into a space for contemporary art and cultural revival. The bank’s walls are flooded with the cleanest light contrasting with the sharp colors of its books. The bank’s character remains in the columned entryway that (during our visit) was undergoing construction. It is such a beautiful find that made me a little bit upset about lacking a full frame camera. For me, that’s when I know something is truly out of the ordinary.
Yet, exploring the coast or, rather, driving up the PCH, leads me to believe that a certain type of nostalgia exists for the nooks and crannies that I have yet to see in California. Soon enough, let’s make the adventure up North and see what lies ahead. I think a lot about potential open roads and leafy trees and knit sweaters that make up for cooler temperatures. There is an uncertainty about how much time remains wandering around these parts – and there’s an excitement and anxiety about that there feeling.
I hope your holidays were filled with much more life and laughter than that of my flu-ridden family and I. We can only reflect and laugh at our complete incapability of movement or activity of any sorts. I am hoping that this winter will see a change of pace and a increased presence back around these parts. I almost forgot how much I love doing what I do.