tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32056961371834604682024-03-21T16:01:18.080-07:00gleam and resonatealex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-70432666624527435182011-08-25T17:05:00.000-07:002011-08-25T18:14:16.576-07:00pack up, don't stray.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zoB9CmM3uP8AynODdYvgMj4IiRcgpcyZSd5FTjvd283PGB75JZ50jJSq5Etup4-d-158GrLx0bw_po9r549kAMqe7H9vbsUY4bFFNoTGderSx2cWS0aLd8JTDddskOlR4VbYXNabLJpC/s1600/DSC_0018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Amongst inevitable sunburns, a new and necessary addition, lack of sand dollars, and solitude only the gulf can bring, my father told me as a kid he tangled kites around the power lines in Asheville. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I hope Samantha sees their strings.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>They’re near the home my grandmother lived in and barely remembers, before she told me she hoped my life was bright and shiny, with a few teardrops here and there.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I wish I could have cried for something different.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>It’s getting hard keeping all the things I don’t know inside me; they haunt me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Yet summer taught me things I know too well: I miss my loved ones even when I am with them, people are impossible to trust, and apparently, so is my judgment of character. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> However, m</span>ost importantly I've learned beginnings with endings are better left indefinite. I still believe in God, but I don’t believe in karma anymore.</p><p class="MsoNormal">L.B. Cowman, “We cannot help others who suffer without paying a price ourselves, because afflictions are the cost we pay for our ability to sympathize… we must be willing to face the cross.”<span> I'm struggling with whether or not everything happens for a reason. </span>Aren’t there easier ways to learn? Regardless, I thank God for the blessings in my life. I am thankful for the people that love me, thankful for 859 miles, thankful for the catharsis of cinders on concrete tables, for the VSC in Orlando, thankful for whatever growth may come.</p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDl89adEpitMtc5LDi_KoWwP7LMdWAqm5Evt1filskk7N4U0OUJ7CPCVAyq_44d0bJrKS7mU5J6jq_1CsrIT8ZfSB44_pI8RYiKB7jGqDEPRn9xJltumC3EvKWVfHEbYVwRLalRM7N5h1x/s320/tumblr_loadtgxtFP1qh3rjlo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644962508656013874" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span><p class="MsoNormal">
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<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">To avoid drifting, I keep drawing maps in my head, on my hands, where this part of my life might lead, what darlings will be in what cities with me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Where will all our heartstrings collide? Will the yarn connecting our pushpins on maps make a constellation? Orion won't be transatlantic jjj, you have to come home. I can’t help but think I am pretending when we plan, because I’ve got so much ahead of me, and yet I am overwhelmed in love. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>How many more places will I call home? Boston, Philly, staying just outside DC, here in Alexandria, where I am reminded of the beauty and nostalgia of a white brick home on Cherokee Place, but even more cozy and quaint. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I’m loving this place so far, my pretty white linens that cover me as I sleep in the middle of my bed for the first time in my life, these hardwood floors, a color called blissful blue, a lyrical voice and its guidance which alleviates the intimidation of everything unfamiliar, being chilly at night in August, not needing to drive, small town feels & big city thrills all in one.</p><p class="MsoNormal">I'll hold fast hope. I always do, always will.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqNsF5j0SarZWii3zE6r-AFJo6D78d3WGTNInZ6jmnEZlf8xCguipS_D_8t3hsISCfDO64a4HUmdrswShXAz9hkKtVHMLY0orwXbsSxSqdoeTjYLDdsg03yEdES7dZcVXeJsf-2qy4arjJ/s320/DSC_0180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541052466761394530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">asheville, nc</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldTaTrH_vJgrX0n_YRi4HQ1e3xqYeA0W-BU8e9SU-GVm6mhc8F4rBrWGypYmCP01FsK7LrGbC80fFq3sXubTywUylbx2BW7jquiEiph7LH_1rrMwtAr_gno8qFRfhgKsNCXDifCJWzYoj/s1600/DSC_0175.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCL9sRSQA4mozcrJNMiiKITJiUr8KzqqLDy-E2Bp9IyMTd_edUais34mwI1s-o3acKWmS61r8XBk-zSj0_Zuh1YZwPTbj_u5T9dHhoU0h7mRK_d2HKJvCb6mYt70HNSAMe_IF6PyAtjjXM/s1600/150248_496470243827_553563827_6947685_8262665_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCL9sRSQA4mozcrJNMiiKITJiUr8KzqqLDy-E2Bp9IyMTd_edUais34mwI1s-o3acKWmS61r8XBk-zSj0_Zuh1YZwPTbj_u5T9dHhoU0h7mRK_d2HKJvCb6mYt70HNSAMe_IF6PyAtjjXM/s320/150248_496470243827_553563827_6947685_8262665_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541051555415927266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">punkin patch</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>i am taking the GRE tomorrow morning. my stomach has been summersaulting all sorts of ways for the past few weeks. i don't think i am actually nervous about the exam itself, but because this is the first tangible part of my application process for graduate school, which scares me because everyone seems to be taking a year off. and my portfolio is only 70% finished, and i want to have this all ready before christmas. eep. entonces, i am trying to be unafraid.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); 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width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">triple falls, hendsonville nc</span></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-50918519996282083952010-11-15T14:47:00.000-08:002010-11-15T14:56:23.078-08:00for my friends on the west coast<div><br /></div><div>San Francisco</div><div><br /></div><div>I used to think California was the Florida of the west coast,</div><div>but snowbirds don't flock there, your summers are cold. </div><div>Your city name christened Yerba Buena, (the good herb, what irony)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Or perhaps from Saint Francis of Assisi.</div><div>Are there stigmata in your hands? In your bridges? Have you ascended yet? </div><div><br /></div><div>Or are you lost in the grime near the Victorian charm,</div><div>where the unique boutiques are really all the same,</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> but far enough from the trap of the barking on the wharf? </div><div>Can you find the piss scented jardín de zapatos, on top of Alamo Square?</div><div><br /></div><div>Did you know my mother's kin is in the top room of City Lights,</div><div>the one with the chairs worn smooth from the bottoms of the beatniks?</div><div>"An individual spiderweb identifies a species," he wrote;</div><div>his audience heedless to his <i>Identity</i> in a tiny, seed studded town.</div><div><br /></div><div>But you, your seeds are now in <i>nassella pulchra</i>, and in yellow poppies,</div><div>(I plucked one once, it closed in my slumber,)</div><div>in impossible heights; in points and hills:</div><div>Presidio, Portrero, Parnassus, Portsmouth.</div><div><br /></div><div>At the north end of the Golden Gate, take the exit at Alexander Ave.</div><div>Apparently the colors are best in winter, high as redwoods, wide as the bay.</div><div>Cartier-Bresson, voyeurism, and Thiebaud's <i>Three Wind Toys</i>,</div><div>the print I thought wouldn't fit on the plane. </div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-55352534990460913872010-11-07T10:48:00.000-08:002010-11-15T14:58:18.656-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">sometimes catharsis is a double standard. </span></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-5090338413459464202010-10-31T20:49:00.000-07:002010-10-31T20:58:33.159-07:00boo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGrvILLXyI_PDqLJWXNSC_25M3ly2rGmbi_bHJDwhru8mRAyg1cyb5xu0U6sSVj9KB-E0XrRUOSgQKfv-qyiFcsCB4VhRpiguzuguaFdd4mQUN64fJfFObt2ujM8UZsXR-Kt2nhI0l2HV/s1600/74232_1451609166225_1113120072_31093334_1011776_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGrvILLXyI_PDqLJWXNSC_25M3ly2rGmbi_bHJDwhru8mRAyg1cyb5xu0U6sSVj9KB-E0XrRUOSgQKfv-qyiFcsCB4VhRpiguzuguaFdd4mQUN64fJfFObt2ujM8UZsXR-Kt2nhI0l2HV/s320/74232_1451609166225_1113120072_31093334_1011776_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534423556142750418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">being something scary/bloody/gory for the first time beats dressing cute/funny/skanky.</div><div style="text-align: center;">zombiez</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">happy halloween punkins</div><div style="text-align: center;">love,</div><div style="text-align: center;">alex</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-35411178876927718132010-10-11T11:34:00.000-07:002010-10-11T12:30:54.890-07:00the cat's pajamas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrshRzk2ggj5dQw07g5jNOJEyisbrMozIlys-P_1QkHkXeScAYvEe4fZeXJqHFK_7lc-8hyphenhyphenSvUjbtQzO3VSdPhkQ1ZCfOk8uqe33FuKU75m0ynlZayRCGOQFDIS0arkUglydOXl5aR3vma/s1600/IMG_5021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrshRzk2ggj5dQw07g5jNOJEyisbrMozIlys-P_1QkHkXeScAYvEe4fZeXJqHFK_7lc-8hyphenhyphenSvUjbtQzO3VSdPhkQ1ZCfOk8uqe33FuKU75m0ynlZayRCGOQFDIS0arkUglydOXl5aR3vma/s320/IMG_5021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526865192672020242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>the cat's pajamas</i>, colored pencil on paper, 9x12, 2010.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>you told us there was nothing greater than a husband,</div><div>until you have children.</div><div>nothing greater than children, until you hold your first grandchild,</div><div>because your grandchildren are the cat's pajamas.</div><div><br /></div><div>but grandma pauline, your crooked fingers,</div><div>that once delicately ran over white and black, </div><div>that studied at Juilliard, that taught, that held,</div><div>that mixed banana and mayonnaise behind an art deco countertop</div><div><br /></div><div>amidst an olive green home, (a color i will never understand why was popular)</div><div>with the clothesline in the backyard, </div><div>in between the double beds in your room, beside the train set downstairs,</div><div>when it was always fall in Asheville,</div><div><br /></div><div>exist more in my mind than you in your wheelchair</div><div>always waiting at your door, your abanico in hand,</div><div>the humility that has finally replaced your frustration</div><div>at being ninety three with early dementia after multiple strokes</div><div>and not being able to come over on sunday anymore.</div><div><br /></div><div>i remember those things, that old musky scent</div><div>and the way you still smell like jergens lotion.</div><div>the way you tell us not to run through life holding umbrellas,</div><div>with much repetition, out of so much pride and joy.</div><div><br /></div><div>you are the cat's pajamas.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>my assignment for atx this week was to draw a person we love, and to write a corresponding poem. this is my grandmother pauline, who is 93, and who i am blessed to have still living so close to my family's home. "the cat's pajamas" remains one of her favorite (and most endearing) phrases.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-5552254295228934772010-09-27T13:37:00.001-07:002010-09-27T13:46:05.966-07:00found objects<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif1TCsKPagF0-mdPRH1YNnjFZkwRK9E1fUF2tbn9TGWjSVEv8GOkCrUPLbsmcMAGRuhqmOA1TgJfIAIgx5sZTp_HMXYAQSY4ztlUaJrKw3fsMlj3112Wbp6pc7XC_OMf4WJLlPoFlSEcfh/s1600/IMG_5001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif1TCsKPagF0-mdPRH1YNnjFZkwRK9E1fUF2tbn9TGWjSVEv8GOkCrUPLbsmcMAGRuhqmOA1TgJfIAIgx5sZTp_HMXYAQSY4ztlUaJrKw3fsMlj3112Wbp6pc7XC_OMf4WJLlPoFlSEcfh/s320/IMG_5001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521696871145470306" /></a><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>fallen patterns</i>, mixed media (watercolor, pencil, leaves, paper) 9x12, 2010. </span></div></i><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMyoWziJm2JPjddtuvlf1MbksgkwuoFnRZTegP23FDywJe1lhLmcAIENnNslEKTa2SWDSllc1PivJoSVMC8LNT1FCdIXNucmamJA_RiW5pWU0K-v1nlw8KbHYZx5M0z4NP09OBhHYdP4B/s1600/IMG_5004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMyoWziJm2JPjddtuvlf1MbksgkwuoFnRZTegP23FDywJe1lhLmcAIENnNslEKTa2SWDSllc1PivJoSVMC8LNT1FCdIXNucmamJA_RiW5pWU0K-v1nlw8KbHYZx5M0z4NP09OBhHYdP4B/s320/IMG_5004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521696743812568514" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>my assignment this week in art therapy was to make a found object collage/painting. </div><div>a few weeks ago, while waiting outside the painting annex for class, i found this beautiful leaf that i've been keeping in my planner, a reminder that fall is right around the corner. today outside my house, i found another leaf about the same size (the yellow one) which i pasted into my sketchbook with part of a map of spain. the pattern and colors on the leaf are very similar to the mapping. i then sketched and painted with watercolor a pear that fell from our tree during last night's storm. i had forgotten how much i enjoyed painting with water color, and will probably be experimenting more with it soon. the negative space between the pear and the leaves and map is painted with very rushed strokes, which was cathartic for the stress i am dealing with right now. (three exams and a paper this week.) </div><div>but... here is to autumn, my favorite time of year. </div></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-58563940356848588742010-08-31T21:44:00.000-07:002010-09-27T13:35:37.940-07:00scribble<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmn0RvGdZmUGCDzXXTw0lMNWqfrSUTYnuQBgEBfnCLgZjcy3-wQVPDNXxxMhh7WcgGyTg7mUzw1EWVJm6rRSRYHB2ncGmHCngx00A4IcOnfSUevsf6YvWtY9qSJEEebtB8A4G_3oPVNmy/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmn0RvGdZmUGCDzXXTw0lMNWqfrSUTYnuQBgEBfnCLgZjcy3-wQVPDNXxxMhh7WcgGyTg7mUzw1EWVJm6rRSRYHB2ncGmHCngx00A4IcOnfSUevsf6YvWtY9qSJEEebtB8A4G_3oPVNmy/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511801654368139234" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>scribble drawing</i>, marker on paper, 18x24, 2010. </div><div><br /></div><div>the scribble drawing, created (independently) by art therapists cane and winnecott, is a technique used to reduce inhibitions and liberate imagery from the unconscious. basically, you use a self made scribble as an visual beginning for an image.</div><div><br /></div><div>in class, kharta and i made scribbles using blue and green markers. out of those chaotic, yet flowery lines, we found three very abstract figures. my favorite is the open mouthed figure on the right, mainly because the profile reminds me of picasso. the middle floating figure has its arms up in a apathetic gesture, and the bottom left seems to be throwing up. we couldn't resist coloring in a tongue. kharta and i were able to keep a similar rhythm flowing in our lines, working together to mirror the design and direction. i love this class. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-32541512975318123512010-07-01T21:56:00.000-07:002012-01-12T21:09:23.012-08:00learning to be still<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>i miss the simplicity of a life full of intricate plans, never time to think too hard, to read between lines that don't exist. i miss spain, all of its adventures, its corners, its people, its golden late night glows. even though my spirit was so wilted. i miss tallahassee. everyone there.</div><div><br /></div><div>we're all in this dance. </div><div>i need my song to change. </div><div><br /></div><div>i am not without hope, only throwing my mountains & giants into the sea. i know what comes out of times like these. these are my streams in the desert. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-78155223716824079672010-05-25T18:43:00.000-07:002010-09-14T20:02:13.368-07:00above the archway, it is painted:<div><br /></div><div>be not inhospitable to strangers, lest they be angels in disguise.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMQ1bEhpf62OG_5e11erdo7GNYWpxxsfvDxIHA74NcXFrPxGZb3HjqC4N-PI3WSl5Fv0fGyHlAyMPd3nzh_qewJcJpUiThIVvlT1b4bRfRozzCfkxtzBCT0FsAvX9NZS5n-GUPBd10ako/s1600/IMG_2782.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMQ1bEhpf62OG_5e11erdo7GNYWpxxsfvDxIHA74NcXFrPxGZb3HjqC4N-PI3WSl5Fv0fGyHlAyMPd3nzh_qewJcJpUiThIVvlT1b4bRfRozzCfkxtzBCT0FsAvX9NZS5n-GUPBd10ako/s320/IMG_2782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475404808568507506" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>view</div><div>from</div><div>the</div><div>top</div><div>of </div><div>notre</div><div>dame. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikTacYGAwkWvRPdl7ThC26eHGBtVaDV-GYQsaCe2n_x8vJNExgTrzMna0ispXQFEqxfDBqkcG0egC7y8uEhEII8TeCs4NN3F7ndHIqMOBVKwuLdTHj0jMoTpZ7OlRE4fUjwKZd7Mly9rzT/s1600/DSC_0222.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikTacYGAwkWvRPdl7ThC26eHGBtVaDV-GYQsaCe2n_x8vJNExgTrzMna0ispXQFEqxfDBqkcG0egC7y8uEhEII8TeCs4NN3F7ndHIqMOBVKwuLdTHj0jMoTpZ7OlRE4fUjwKZd7Mly9rzT/s320/DSC_0222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475404472957030770" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i </div><div>screamed </div><div>when </div><div>it </div><div>glittered.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSm7rdRce-eGxCQq6rRFm47W6rszxdijXuylDc3t1mi_LdHxi737OEuJja6n81IuYhZddCjTRSO9dKyRHhW6emiIGLBkROSVKqRZ1IWnV39qrNxkp0bYc-tTQKTXxIZQyLGMnjHfM3lWl/s1600/DSC_0165.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheSm7rdRce-eGxCQq6rRFm47W6rszxdijXuylDc3t1mi_LdHxi737OEuJja6n81IuYhZddCjTRSO9dKyRHhW6emiIGLBkROSVKqRZ1IWnV39qrNxkp0bYc-tTQKTXxIZQyLGMnjHfM3lWl/s320/DSC_0165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475403946411171314" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>oscar wilde</div><div>and the </div><div>residue </div><div>of </div><div>adoration.</div><div>pare le chais</div><div>is one of </div><div>the most beautiful </div><div>(and one of </div><div>my favorite)</div><div>places in paris.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>je me suis mise a écouter la musique et jai oublié mais un air de piano vaut tout...</div><div>paris is a delightfully lovely city when rid of a lazy lot.</div><div><br /></div><div>which memories do i hold onto? </div><div>regardless, i will never stop loving her monuments. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-45493867337656936892010-03-23T11:02:00.000-07:002012-01-12T21:12:56.066-08:00andalucia<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">andalucia. a name as pretty as the stripes and arches of ancient stones born from al-andalus, when the moors reigned this region. in the south of this iberian peninsula that i absolutely adore.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ml2wJEf7xkDT9RLKt1dkANOtZQWv7DqKCbE-60JP-7vcF1cU9plsc-1DgFkh8u4VyCX83OEvQXbiq071IGxt0eGVC_7-Se4FLoIqMIjLdEZu-y35mm5FcmTrjD3WSO2O3tnrVW7ZzGwI/s1600-h/DSC_0474.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ml2wJEf7xkDT9RLKt1dkANOtZQWv7DqKCbE-60JP-7vcF1cU9plsc-1DgFkh8u4VyCX83OEvQXbiq071IGxt0eGVC_7-Se4FLoIqMIjLdEZu-y35mm5FcmTrjD3WSO2O3tnrVW7ZzGwI/s320/DSC_0474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451916150019964162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">cordoba was first, the mezquita and its stripes of red and white, too many for eyes to focus amongst such ornate design. so interesting, to see a cathedral sitting squat inside a mosque that way. but so beautiful.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWN7Xw-FSj9DiRqwRIkYsJtl8jrdPm8acRq6vRC7uKTGXRFsiajgfG1dFSqxE5mFRV7lPkQg0UIhyTQGIOSqkFw8-2MkYPfy4YE0snHWQOJOwAdyDelbLMUsAcDdqkHRjtwclTiRsraa6/s1600-h/DSC_0490.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWN7Xw-FSj9DiRqwRIkYsJtl8jrdPm8acRq6vRC7uKTGXRFsiajgfG1dFSqxE5mFRV7lPkQg0UIhyTQGIOSqkFw8-2MkYPfy4YE0snHWQOJOwAdyDelbLMUsAcDdqkHRjtwclTiRsraa6/s320/DSC_0490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451911613749273282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnjp3KxTUUf3PZfIBBPiCc9eDS7efdbfTSzHBTA8r7pSTCUkUq6zrjJefeIKBXelKaNuel64HRwiNOE8Fl_tWGkcwtaepyNBdS-6DE0v3SuKv8iLyNkuPmopixLtUxYeiGLnX3XhXwJnWl/s1600-h/DSC_0480.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnjp3KxTUUf3PZfIBBPiCc9eDS7efdbfTSzHBTA8r7pSTCUkUq6zrjJefeIKBXelKaNuel64HRwiNOE8Fl_tWGkcwtaepyNBdS-6DE0v3SuKv8iLyNkuPmopixLtUxYeiGLnX3XhXwJnWl/s320/DSC_0480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451911623821463538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix5FSNYNIfd8eWIL-qBFY06OGRRXakuR3mErXAfzdoSA-ACPSLSM4oZyZAGVGdlUJwJR7z_pmRs65KSPNyVdk3CS43Tgkl3GxZMqbY8XpHwLkbYH64_blwagFK-VgCYXGUVlO8hB_8AsPg/s1600-h/DSC_0516.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix5FSNYNIfd8eWIL-qBFY06OGRRXakuR3mErXAfzdoSA-ACPSLSM4oZyZAGVGdlUJwJR7z_pmRs65KSPNyVdk3CS43Tgkl3GxZMqbY8XpHwLkbYH64_blwagFK-VgCYXGUVlO8hB_8AsPg/s320/DSC_0516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451916158827456674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">sevilla, my favorite, open and wide. Plaza de Espana, where parts of Planet Nabu (star wars!) was filmed. world fair pavillions and gardens so green, but the children would only stare at the ducks swimming in the fountain water, when the photos i took were tinted so blue.</div><div style="text-align: center;">the cathedral was beautiful, the bell tower views spread so nice, but really, columbus' skeleton? i "saw" them in la republica dominicana too. a shame his brittle little discoverin' bones have been jumbled about across oceans so much.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIWh0lwbmT4YZrXuad7UUI2yn50eIKQLZebth8LDlJNjAFBY-frMttw5YGUjw_fsDwbDU2GEMEEsrpzJ7GksASu0b1UA0Utx-lwvDh8AdXY6RR2WPmRhHkH8x-JDN2mgGQKOxfe_Yd9fot/s1600-h/DSC_0997.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIWh0lwbmT4YZrXuad7UUI2yn50eIKQLZebth8LDlJNjAFBY-frMttw5YGUjw_fsDwbDU2GEMEEsrpzJ7GksASu0b1UA0Utx-lwvDh8AdXY6RR2WPmRhHkH8x-JDN2mgGQKOxfe_Yd9fot/s320/DSC_0997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451974936102027410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-bVHGKwOp1vNOiMlvXIPka7s9xmqsudKelP-qtfgCAiLCIFb_JixefUGcdM20PBaSc1zd6cau0Ayd2eaaJegtxVo-pjpOxOhDxR0EL-oY-rxjlAoGHFFbrzOGjrc3hCChcORbxEcCrFP6/s1600-h/DSC_0571.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-bVHGKwOp1vNOiMlvXIPka7s9xmqsudKelP-qtfgCAiLCIFb_JixefUGcdM20PBaSc1zd6cau0Ayd2eaaJegtxVo-pjpOxOhDxR0EL-oY-rxjlAoGHFFbrzOGjrc3hCChcORbxEcCrFP6/s320/DSC_0571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451914293464133906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">my two favorite photos</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw5j925q7HMF1eNPpob2-HiK6RFOLKwaGu56Y8tGmTCdLWiM7Pn2wcgDn1YgDSqjxSqJSGpzXyYYvNaGYJvCpsB_nvMhkdl5GBPmc8zfxEVljE5tB-Uuxt8tvmW1_Iq3KvQp0_rbK9F2r9/s1600-h/DSC_0572.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw5j925q7HMF1eNPpob2-HiK6RFOLKwaGu56Y8tGmTCdLWiM7Pn2wcgDn1YgDSqjxSqJSGpzXyYYvNaGYJvCpsB_nvMhkdl5GBPmc8zfxEVljE5tB-Uuxt8tvmW1_Iq3KvQp0_rbK9F2r9/s320/DSC_0572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451914298887261794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">granada, the alhambra. like walking on holy ground. generalife. hen-air-alh-lee-fay. swishing of red and the claps of fierce looking women and fabio men, spanish guitar to make us melt. the flamenco show was most enjoyable. i smoked sheesha for the first time, light and dizzy and apple flavored sweetness. pakistani tea with milk&honey, leaves slippin in my sips like the smoke was slipping into the silk. those cushions weren't as comfortable as they looked. the nightlife was best; too many tasty tapas and taps at the tables and we were all too cozy and drunk to find home again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiduat75angvcNoNe9h-VmL2ueCcGU9vkEi-_QuGefXF7calT392UtkMgKPQR4poaj5t09aVlfG10BRXNwPihvO9Ett4bSGPct5JaqAM_alK-H-xCNXU8N0ra_rFvTOE0AdkqW8ps5y80W/s1600-h/DSC_0544.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiduat75angvcNoNe9h-VmL2ueCcGU9vkEi-_QuGefXF7calT392UtkMgKPQR4poaj5t09aVlfG10BRXNwPihvO9Ett4bSGPct5JaqAM_alK-H-xCNXU8N0ra_rFvTOE0AdkqW8ps5y80W/s320/DSC_0544.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451917029164699522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9H73wzDlDI_62QHu50gV7_cB2gTfcUKZLag4wRFdQhpSwLbYGgL9sNU6uXllyx0e80B-36sWtJ_ou5J83cF_JTpwxfvyTQFMXeXgzn8fQoVIquZ2KLyBkY-9Pga2_ZKobeMAcUx0Ru164/s1600-h/DSC_0560.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9H73wzDlDI_62QHu50gV7_cB2gTfcUKZLag4wRFdQhpSwLbYGgL9sNU6uXllyx0e80B-36sWtJ_ou5J83cF_JTpwxfvyTQFMXeXgzn8fQoVIquZ2KLyBkY-9Pga2_ZKobeMAcUx0Ru164/s320/DSC_0560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451917055983831394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp67hfX-V5OBhJ0x1e8zXUlX9v2zFc-WGeNS92wiLzqVLArRwyifeHuaejjPlWtO8WjS3_AAW9PKHhiNiRuHDIe9zCOuDqgMxv6Z9MRcGV3gYnDEqsNhPb3AOcUyIoJtdin0ihxrxKW0OO/s1600-h/DSC_0555.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp67hfX-V5OBhJ0x1e8zXUlX9v2zFc-WGeNS92wiLzqVLArRwyifeHuaejjPlWtO8WjS3_AAW9PKHhiNiRuHDIe9zCOuDqgMxv6Z9MRcGV3gYnDEqsNhPb3AOcUyIoJtdin0ihxrxKW0OO/s320/DSC_0555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451917038918499122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">it was a lovely few days, however rushed we were. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-50462932541902752382010-03-14T18:39:00.000-07:002010-03-14T18:52:24.732-07:00toledo<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA8n1G4NAGCHJ1JM5aPLfYac-s0wh6opb39rgcrSrhkoXdoCGzuqsRj1tglZ6JHuZn_YOjOTjI2gbFk_8vUcu4YgMSbi-1B4-Un0jN0Z64uJXAiGXrj0pXlk3_ACjr0MEwRYrgz1sTiKmQ/s1600-h/beaut+view.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA8n1G4NAGCHJ1JM5aPLfYac-s0wh6opb39rgcrSrhkoXdoCGzuqsRj1tglZ6JHuZn_YOjOTjI2gbFk_8vUcu4YgMSbi-1B4-Un0jN0Z64uJXAiGXrj0pXlk3_ACjr0MEwRYrgz1sTiKmQ/s320/beaut+view.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448671877415858962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">these views were worth the weekend. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadGcXOJPH2u73i_iOnvxtjOsBTmOokKdvZmIb2CjIPb-2Ho7mP2duanwoFNf6TW5loLBgI6gKhk79G5ps8_qlSSY4RqxrAGhS0IlolaAcxMcBJ11P6vV2jNVZ4k44fLtNATsNRjpypAd4/s1600-h/city+view.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadGcXOJPH2u73i_iOnvxtjOsBTmOokKdvZmIb2CjIPb-2Ho7mP2duanwoFNf6TW5loLBgI6gKhk79G5ps8_qlSSY4RqxrAGhS0IlolaAcxMcBJ11P6vV2jNVZ4k44fLtNATsNRjpypAd4/s320/city+view.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448671610042810178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">wrapped.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3Cgw3Bfgth4qkEdSkLbcZu26aA-cLY0RvveA2KbyDomJrRNTN4GqRBRkyIrkFGV69TYlxf_Dollb13pA2Af9GigDW37xf_2r6vtVWgWi9wGD5yBFL-f6fubh7k989BqVTq9l2_0gKkPD/s1600-h/perros+no+vaca.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3Cgw3Bfgth4qkEdSkLbcZu26aA-cLY0RvveA2KbyDomJrRNTN4GqRBRkyIrkFGV69TYlxf_Dollb13pA2Af9GigDW37xf_2r6vtVWgWi9wGD5yBFL-f6fubh7k989BqVTq9l2_0gKkPD/s320/perros+no+vaca.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448671609857886546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">hehe</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcXD-5k0vLDwlJhd6bx9iESu9A6b7xh8CtRlzy1wBngcy4O-5BT-VOb2EPU7gJvIHR3jneZHhyphenhyphenpO2rjyXaibGZwmssT_u8hGrVDEKEW9MjlFlzENEBL6Mzono85LzSCULaEepPRP1TpjLk/s1600-h/cathedral+toledo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcXD-5k0vLDwlJhd6bx9iESu9A6b7xh8CtRlzy1wBngcy4O-5BT-VOb2EPU7gJvIHR3jneZHhyphenhyphenpO2rjyXaibGZwmssT_u8hGrVDEKEW9MjlFlzENEBL6Mzono85LzSCULaEepPRP1TpjLk/s320/cathedral+toledo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448671594060058658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">not the largest, not the oldest; but the most important cathedral in spain. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjPrFdJA_SW2UF-zlG3F3L1TiICdeSc2n22glk2KoYFES_kyZG2G09ZEn27lJLPlTDwXxw3kHCmT4KtKhqQ_yzSa1WSOCjfHwGiLe2Ri7Ocx56mJY1FmKuSk5mcU_5GNYfyhM8kCOTCbKN/s1600-h/archway.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjPrFdJA_SW2UF-zlG3F3L1TiICdeSc2n22glk2KoYFES_kyZG2G09ZEn27lJLPlTDwXxw3kHCmT4KtKhqQ_yzSa1WSOCjfHwGiLe2Ri7Ocx56mJY1FmKuSk5mcU_5GNYfyhM8kCOTCbKN/s320/archway.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448671588130862674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YmQdF0kNyOlHbiJW6U5eELe3XW1HMobKdsUG7KC4MtenC9Qjf_0lmu5fT94MQFQWkcgb_gg8-g5FIkNoM_wXiTo1YHtVLawHPh-IjNIyYCajvindi6C_NYjo19eZuLWHEwQ4XOb56qYh/s1600-h/rooftops.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YmQdF0kNyOlHbiJW6U5eELe3XW1HMobKdsUG7KC4MtenC9Qjf_0lmu5fT94MQFQWkcgb_gg8-g5FIkNoM_wXiTo1YHtVLawHPh-IjNIyYCajvindi6C_NYjo19eZuLWHEwQ4XOb56qYh/s320/rooftops.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448671580581843618" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">toledo: forty minute train ride from madrid. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we almost missed the train, we even had to run: too obsessed with the fresh zumo de naranja, siempre sin azucar: no lo necesita. i loved the cypress trees, the agave plants (that weren't quite as rare as we thought) the sandy clustered rooftops, this gym of a city on a hill we climbed and clawed and clustered our way through. el greco and his ghostly faces, our sideways lunch; i can get the check right quick? gotta stop for souvs!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-83081112081349107182010-03-14T17:57:00.000-07:002010-03-14T18:26:10.064-07:00love is not a victory march<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz7JILJeIxFNljwDBVg1k8guvKqbrfzRBxR05UGDJyeVr89oBJL0nagUQnS6yPfFNzbAQI0n2Z8dvOUzSLveY-eanlEWauy5p_hokbeGbteh5248tKQKlL6Vxhxc8LVoPSBJgoJ8RAIGP-/s1600-h/tres+cafes+.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;">my first weekend trip was to madrid, in january. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">mainly madrid was full of my melting memories and magnificent museums, nicecream, the best sangria i've still yet to taste, and for the first time knowing why anyone (l) loves cold, grey weather, and seeing that beauty in the swirling lyrics in my head. we made the most of those shin splints. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5-HsoGOnSkOYSWNz20UcX5OQLjrCXhPJAWspsYJFhyRdZ107PYFA-EMY3XLIPfvBifk6qO0Utt1rGJHtSyregWxlhPI9lhregGoCGl6N10I9hcs9KB0ki0OZjywNDNG5epYYPVDKPzYC/s320/windmils+madrid.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448662490076454818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">windmills from windows, beirut in my ears.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh030RyZGVcEhLsRgcue5Ni5X61sBbiz16PuT0yxRpYQTcrAkrKgmojGSkXzFXL-QdHyvovF-A52ud74Ot3uEPb6n9lNlGgDx4qpaVk5gshjdvE0cFV-illP_gfAAZgl6fOPvXnfalWQTD8/s1600-h/palacio+real+sunset.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh030RyZGVcEhLsRgcue5Ni5X61sBbiz16PuT0yxRpYQTcrAkrKgmojGSkXzFXL-QdHyvovF-A52ud74Ot3uEPb6n9lNlGgDx4qpaVk5gshjdvE0cFV-illP_gfAAZgl6fOPvXnfalWQTD8/s320/palacio+real+sunset.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448662505322521890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdYCWkhB030Ry6avFy0WyadHDzSKQBTMXMkKz_700G2BDjtzRV5eZo7ERiHLSSpfY-6ezTnaASxNAknWOGDdBHzv0buDNGloYjtwSw20y8Vom9VhWRcpqBbK1s535HGTzya7FfPUIfSU_/s1600-h/el+palacio+real,+madrid.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdYCWkhB030Ry6avFy0WyadHDzSKQBTMXMkKz_700G2BDjtzRV5eZo7ERiHLSSpfY-6ezTnaASxNAknWOGDdBHzv0buDNGloYjtwSw20y8Vom9VhWRcpqBbK1s535HGTzya7FfPUIfSU_/s320/el+palacio+real,+madrid.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448662498684626786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">optical illusions </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilcS2-nNrjy28kDQnqQVIADcyHVGR7GDL0alI98OOuG6stgvudF6edFKOwC1ow337nYUXriMU90MNGlWBSzokM3kI7SHC3AXhDnSSqqUlqR-xk2NsQ_stLKPoU9l-OhU624-9reUMsSsLf/s320/optical+illusion.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448662516342018658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">exhausted conclusions.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i cannot count our endless cafes con leches. </div><div style="text-align: center;">we loved el azul.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz7JILJeIxFNljwDBVg1k8guvKqbrfzRBxR05UGDJyeVr89oBJL0nagUQnS6yPfFNzbAQI0n2Z8dvOUzSLveY-eanlEWauy5p_hokbeGbteh5248tKQKlL6Vxhxc8LVoPSBJgoJ8RAIGP-/s1600-h/tres+cafes+.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz7JILJeIxFNljwDBVg1k8guvKqbrfzRBxR05UGDJyeVr89oBJL0nagUQnS6yPfFNzbAQI0n2Z8dvOUzSLveY-eanlEWauy5p_hokbeGbteh5248tKQKlL6Vxhxc8LVoPSBJgoJ8RAIGP-/s320/tres+cafes+.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448663105221869074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">museo nacional del prado, la reina sofia, y museo thyssen-bornemisza were breathtaking and overwhelming in the best way possible. even better than anything paris has to offer. </div></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-45989657560156471352010-03-14T13:47:00.000-07:002010-03-14T14:33:18.290-07:00the winged victory of samothrace<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">how hollow do our hearts become when afflicted with a loss? i have hurt so hard being across an ocean, separated from my family, when this is my first more intimate experience with death.</div><div style="text-align: center;">trying to find solace in the fact that my uncle left amidst his passions, understanding that God's timing is perfect, though i cannot comprehend it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">rest in peace, Uncle Tom. i'll look through my lens for you now. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i have never experienced such a vast realm of emotions as this past week has brought, either. (sadness, emptiness, worry, annoyance, anger, more hurt.) and i am homesick for the first time. still so in love with my city, but no longer trying my hardest to extend my stay. this won't be the last time this continent is at my fingertips, my eyes in the windows of its trains and my breath held up high in its planes. such a mix of feeling too young, but being hit with the fact that life is so so short.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQkl_ERSSOOKJkJ8NPVmImCWZDkK5hJi6b2XiRokV9m8Vf3ssk3SZD-yXVEozEPktSylQBoYNil49IR4Wv_aUOi2pqoUqOMAPdjZLOltJmiHzQD09AW_qXy3lQuAk3tept1hT-JUjAAG4S/s320/uncle+tom.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448605385179596818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">norby families:) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJ62LHAc7FDGCNJ9uVn2G2wi-ZRf76phyiH-srUwaMe_dbrmFJiWTjmuq3EAsKyRjXXRODswmEYThsIZIJ536vz9Ue8InduAezutx-H2Qsx05bBjmraCi8shC2BnBevVCo3KvBAULha8_/s320/family+gma.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448605402426670594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">grandma pauline wishes she could have been there, too. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq4cL3lfM1XobDtEhLjrdZLxTg4cdu6eYYtHGDLc9fCCA2A_YgQ7bpxf5rEZwwXk9-0yQKq1YSycF3WKH1cxrOPc1fzbpteMl1jnhGoPZCYSswIh7oVTzIxV5MTbj9iDurMMV-DpgHJ9ci/s320/me+and+uncle+tom.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448605393503853346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">last time he visited orlando, he said so many of the funniest things</div><div style="text-align: center;"> that will stick out to us the most:)</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-78333885684765907332010-02-11T04:25:00.000-08:002010-02-12T09:36:43.807-08:00do the photographs i've taken make me look blind?<div>it's knowing i might not figure myself out with my heart strung across the globe. </div><div><br /></div><div>but liking & loving all the same:</div><div><br /></div><div>the way spain sounds so separate from the hardscrabble mango town poured into the sweat of my navy bandana. (the side of hispanola that didn't shake.)</div><div><br /></div><div>the way the windmills look from moving windows;</div><div>the ones where sunlight tickles my skin through panes as cold as ice & the sounds in my head remind me of my j's and l's and t's. especially when hallelujah resonated through all the spirals in mis orejas you described the time when things almost became complicated. grey skies were never so beautiful.</div><div><br /></div><div>el jardin de las delicias & guernica & the death of murat & las meninas & the third of may & descent from the cross.</div><div>the green skies of van gogh and too many gauguins for me to handle at once.</div><div>and did you know they still say fish is expensive? because i didn't and was yelled at for filming these things.</div><div><br /></div><div>almost missing the train to toledo, where el greco was birthed and birthed all those repetitive ghostly faces that float on choking frills. all the buildings the color of summer sand, where even the rust on the shingles caught my eye through the lens. </div><div><br /></div><div>fast forward.</div><div>sick like the two times in north georgia, plus my nose dripping into purple & hands on my back that make me fall too hard again. when will i ever say no to falling?</div><div><br /></div><div>cordoba & sevilla & granada. </div><div>arches of red and white and so many intricacies in these magnificent places, when people had the patience to create for hundreds of years on end. mixing religions & styles i used to not like.</div><div>planet nabu, wide avenidas, silhouettes in carved windows and children more excited to see feathers in the water. </div><div>taps at the bar and really, too many tapas: oh yes, ain't that fresh? and shower water bleeding onto the floor.</div><div><br /></div><div>the way i loved bruxelles,</div><div>even when the train stopped because of an accident involving a person; and how that sent chills into my bones more than cold curdling blood when we thought we'd freeze. disappearing compositions: silver and white.</div><div>the way cocoa powder wouldn't let go of the corners of my lips</div><div>grime across the table tops and dungeon corners:</div><div>la porte noir & la fleur en papier dore. ours.</div><div>really, it was all innocent. </div><div><br /></div><div>when waking up not alone feels too alone but tastes from home fix these things.</div><div>i'm not even sure who i miss anymore.</div><div><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-89699877979353716562010-01-09T13:21:00.000-08:002010-01-09T13:49:44.954-08:00vale<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJNW_z53lHrCqqAAOMIC9z9J_xOpxEYZohYWZ4ySaUPhnJWNz00okNjzyuG_usG9UFr7zl3yGQa9wuEpbehpuuAm54zJ3Q2j5ReCJjD89S4zU3IM-dHYOJkZm2nweitRSFT-r3b3C1vvg/s1600-h/IMG_0255.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJNW_z53lHrCqqAAOMIC9z9J_xOpxEYZohYWZ4ySaUPhnJWNz00okNjzyuG_usG9UFr7zl3yGQa9wuEpbehpuuAm54zJ3Q2j5ReCJjD89S4zU3IM-dHYOJkZm2nweitRSFT-r3b3C1vvg/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424860259487632034" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">flying away from a sunset and the gold & baby green of electrostatic grids into a sunrise in the land of fast speaks & late nights and the beginning this experience that's as black as flying above the atlantic ocean when the time zones intertwine and change, and has it even hit me yet? </div><div style="text-align: center;">no.</div><div style="text-align: center;">valencia is beautiful. and i've only seen un pequito parte of its avenues and cobbled streets and parks and tastes and people. but its oozing with color, even in this biting cold.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwF3L3mG6w3OgJgQBENA9F7hINCKtoP-wi4sc0XNRMeLvG9lwquQV11UVO38NzQ9wYsdtk8biXGVk1ZdLt1HJKoOTN0S8-TQZvT2-MJddYxFuKR_quTbthuDD_alen9WhXYJCbV_3IdDq/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHwF3L3mG6w3OgJgQBENA9F7hINCKtoP-wi4sc0XNRMeLvG9lwquQV11UVO38NzQ9wYsdtk8biXGVk1ZdLt1HJKoOTN0S8-TQZvT2-MJddYxFuKR_quTbthuDD_alen9WhXYJCbV_3IdDq/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424859977897708914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> plaza de la virgen</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVGRoaC0Q14pU8Kl1P38rAWrd_RFax5_hLB2Hi1jaV-FaLWzV_Pn6Gw0xGvU5ukm9wlCaFxaCv0mOF8ESsP-SynMwK1TVgAX51FAu4fMlXwX6XfQGcaph5zB2yl0SbeKQ9mMwM-CleQmQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0263.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVGRoaC0Q14pU8Kl1P38rAWrd_RFax5_hLB2Hi1jaV-FaLWzV_Pn6Gw0xGvU5ukm9wlCaFxaCv0mOF8ESsP-SynMwK1TVgAX51FAu4fMlXwX6XfQGcaph5zB2yl0SbeKQ9mMwM-CleQmQ0/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424859972473875746" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-34441435796960512092009-11-05T15:56:00.000-08:002009-11-05T16:17:04.213-08:00i want a verb<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; ">when we're on different sides of the globe,</div><div style="text-align: center; ">i thought we'd keep our veins tangled like a pair of mic cables,</div><div style="text-align: center; ">and if there ain't enough slack to reach,</div><div style="text-align: center; ">then we'll solder them together</div><div style="text-align: center; ">and across oceans they'd stretch.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugpQg0oP3J4T4nC1AfKQqOD4OcqKAnv9oBT-z1u8NrnmWaQFyluRWjQePR769zqmOp9zLdbRVG8D06_R4JCEAsqebzNXqJf7pbMoLvZ9eM4neKoJPkQo024FyInVcZPO9ro2knVXDufBU/s1600-h/sc000025c5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugpQg0oP3J4T4nC1AfKQqOD4OcqKAnv9oBT-z1u8NrnmWaQFyluRWjQePR769zqmOp9zLdbRVG8D06_R4JCEAsqebzNXqJf7pbMoLvZ9eM4neKoJPkQo024FyInVcZPO9ro2knVXDufBU/s320/sc000025c5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400777446340200098" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPI02Hy0VaBcQfkHWHQZxlSpbg47YqGyTyk5RYd11SsaE76GZ_Rr2k0zTYlanQofpBz_r9BdbS5_BCW7ifJAg0M1hdW4ZcAjYlS_nzTE1TVWdfwqbDv0QILp6EM9fMOeZoiI1HUROlKH-g/s1600-h/sc004345d0.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsM7IfJGwUh7X4wRc9rrYDfBnRxykpqLLBB1LJtObUd1uOeoIStDGTdroq6fDgWN1tEKuwFDS9Yk6y0SlW8Ko11ge0UWztPmjUsSva6HNlXPtjuGKAHdx0fDhT_Yh-VgT5TPZibiEVAtQo/s320/sc004330f3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400774821018130770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUUrDe_cpjEP6LGCTpH1Ch0d-TB61zctchScrb6REHnH4w-pVtuFNSUEwphS28C5xh_wTUY58Fm6G2N37M8UDQIAgFw7YpxQUO4yRkQ8-oZlrzUGrDtecoNigGOIwTYUdZs8bKGmEize3T/s1600-h/sc00439f8d.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUUrDe_cpjEP6LGCTpH1Ch0d-TB61zctchScrb6REHnH4w-pVtuFNSUEwphS28C5xh_wTUY58Fm6G2N37M8UDQIAgFw7YpxQUO4yRkQ8-oZlrzUGrDtecoNigGOIwTYUdZs8bKGmEize3T/s320/sc00439f8d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400774811662218386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">with all my heart. just sayin.</div><div><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-13842996339214094852009-10-27T20:15:00.000-07:002009-10-29T13:50:47.685-07:00goodnight for goodbye, good evening for hello.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OQOWW02l2V_I3RLq03z1H4YQU9Fdq5UsQ5ost7m-8H7qzdiYkfU-VMsDj5dZAE9hb6gBR_FLLYx9WDAUFjnWMIN4bUUek3bzMc1KekoIlGWNB1BCjbq-NimDhupwn9mY2kA-wBCJArch/s1600-h/DSC_0480.JPG"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3VgE-fdagRcUhSoAvW3EhF_n-zd7oZtJrtIggOCJYMiNKBmuOMddZ7oixSqj2REyzJTCl1K8yC_4CJ6cTkZl41HtP2qgkwoUFcI_iIYRI0A5AXcK_P7bP7HMgaV4UkVrMQsrXCKdcO4cE/s320/DSC_0462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397495254481901842" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>when these roots rot and flowers fade to dust, our heartfelt speaks will still be seeded deep down in my earth. i'll be across an ocean then.<div>in the clay, silhouettes had cast shadows away from the heavens, among the ants that seized the red of my shoe. </div><div>your laugh, always recognizable, faded in the open space.</div><div>overexposure.</div><div>i'll run through it again, breathing: in in out, in in out. when the air is cold sometimes it hurts to breathe this heavy. we need to fly kites in the tall grass there. with the monarch and pink blur.</div><div><br /></div><div>this funk we're all in, are feels we've felt before. this dance between blooming and dying, year after year. "this is the garden: colours come and go." </div><div>but apathy still scares me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>noapte buna. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-71419285742515207412009-10-18T17:03:00.000-07:002009-10-18T18:28:19.552-07:00that's not my name.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRlOcLHB7ps-T-He3OEl7YDBM0RK63TLh2whZflk-6w25Von7-kx-2ghJaSvek2LCnaqGQPV0webQ3D0SP8Xxp8da9IRYvT13uPDcqyevQOcbJN9gqIrlVQqBFxVYOGJpT9vJZ5oQqlIB/s1600-h/sc00541f91.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRlOcLHB7ps-T-He3OEl7YDBM0RK63TLh2whZflk-6w25Von7-kx-2ghJaSvek2LCnaqGQPV0webQ3D0SP8Xxp8da9IRYvT13uPDcqyevQOcbJN9gqIrlVQqBFxVYOGJpT9vJZ5oQqlIB/s320/sc00541f91.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394116355429502610" /></a><div>unzip me to find that my insides are fragranced dioxazine purple and yellow ocher. my complexion turned porcelain as my sun kisses fade, traced with the smoke of cooler cities sunken into my skin.</div><div>our words spilt into the recycled air over scratched compact discs: memory music we all reasoned listening. blue eyes reflecting in my rearview; a gaze perpetuated over an intimate and casual secret. nothing awkward, we all want more.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i really liked charleston. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-38804639174770679282009-10-01T15:09:00.000-07:002009-10-01T23:03:36.434-07:00like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN-WBLQT45cux1sSuVIQATNqlyShtwbOTn3SFWGHKiJMVcdRpCtfsYmqeO1P2pGGCOeE9DQuBU5Z29nz9EG08UTWhsGFHs3PABqtLMfuM8AMHynXMvVfWKUNQDsoWZ14bA8RDuvnbsdkLK/s1600-h/Photo+309.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN-WBLQT45cux1sSuVIQATNqlyShtwbOTn3SFWGHKiJMVcdRpCtfsYmqeO1P2pGGCOeE9DQuBU5Z29nz9EG08UTWhsGFHs3PABqtLMfuM8AMHynXMvVfWKUNQDsoWZ14bA8RDuvnbsdkLK/s320/Photo+309.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387878856430219314" /></a><div>this cold air pirouetting in my lungs is me breathing for the first time. my goosebuds and tastebumps love peppermint chocolate and shivers all the same. and i am surprisingly unfazed. i am alone but very not lonely. and these glorious feels on my skin make my heart warm. <br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">tomorrow and for the rest of these days, it feels good to be free. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">lake ella and autumn and boots. </div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-36257831711447147982009-08-30T18:39:00.000-07:002009-08-30T19:38:40.907-07:00crevices in cobblestone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi48ACoRjAw8gsmM5hFODGiY_19wuedAjAfKNtZqqIzu6EUzC04miG_W2O_MwcbYWeFJMokSg6A46GmyOMywm4Vzfs10mHd-PJZRSt5FCzZcO4evGPo6Bq0jyZuXRxtL4KRXJPebmeoEGwF/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi48ACoRjAw8gsmM5hFODGiY_19wuedAjAfKNtZqqIzu6EUzC04miG_W2O_MwcbYWeFJMokSg6A46GmyOMywm4Vzfs10mHd-PJZRSt5FCzZcO4evGPo6Bq0jyZuXRxtL4KRXJPebmeoEGwF/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375945568176699410" /></a><br />the mountains are heads, valleys are creviced backs, caves are mouths and wombs, rivers are veins, water is blood and sweat, swamps are hearts, trees are hair, rocks are bones. earth has a soul. <div><br /><div><div>the words i need and read are God breathed. </div><div><br /></div><div>¿te recuerdas esta lugar, esta momento en tiempo? ¡todas estaban simples!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-47240460784763763092009-08-23T20:46:00.000-07:002012-01-12T21:17:06.796-08:00discernment<div>white as snow</div><div>(like these movements & placements, words & tears.) </div><div>i am thankful for the pains that get me to right places.</div><div><br /></div><div>there is no turning back now.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>from crimson stains.</div><div><br /></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXYPXqgOHD9BzdD6lHzg1mcdRGz9MeI9F8BbyPqPcx1GWBrIuLsShyphenhyphengxl9WKR6GE43UzO6ggsBrtF9Ui6KvSgj24DekODWwm148sN6pPvkKrYGccQkRmQ0m0QIUk5X0Iy8ESiKmQVDGQZ/s320/onback.itoldallmysecretsbutiendedupaloneanyway.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373375945200373122" /><div><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-51150108086038719062009-08-15T23:48:00.000-07:002009-08-16T00:20:20.213-07:00carolina southern swellings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cl_9iHTXU0WCJXxY8we_bxewKrLZvIRA4zIJ6m_E3z29HGNinoFDxL1qs_2jo-vovEAn6noor_9ADRbQTMNrB1tIN23Fci-nTQA3Uxst9eSAW6EQ9j0C40J3akMc5EGYsLMruamb3Ro0/s1600-h/DSC_0220.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cl_9iHTXU0WCJXxY8we_bxewKrLZvIRA4zIJ6m_E3z29HGNinoFDxL1qs_2jo-vovEAn6noor_9ADRbQTMNrB1tIN23Fci-nTQA3Uxst9eSAW6EQ9j0C40J3akMc5EGYsLMruamb3Ro0/s320/DSC_0220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370458022346781362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOD1nANmrlL2uZR8ibnGyMwVTPalj11Vr0A3KuD6KeoDqJy_cqi7HpcDANuocSIQKBiRb9TqaR7OS4fl9nGttkcT4u37ytUWirYTawRvxAUmSq1V-q3ZC4VAFGKUyN1MZIp8d2BvNISP1U/s1600-h/DSC_0255.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOD1nANmrlL2uZR8ibnGyMwVTPalj11Vr0A3KuD6KeoDqJy_cqi7HpcDANuocSIQKBiRb9TqaR7OS4fl9nGttkcT4u37ytUWirYTawRvxAUmSq1V-q3ZC4VAFGKUyN1MZIp8d2BvNISP1U/s320/DSC_0255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370457818311520402" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-SWuqgSG13gn3Cbir7kqWZTYcrF4dJ9yI8CXBzDp1MxsQBbq6tNCvz5gBmBTAaNDcGkJkCmHuJanDPEzE9LIaZ1b7G5uGpVbpyqpf8Iz3wcIQisVcXQYbrjuXGOQSOaPt8FDWWbfZ1wB/s1600-h/DSC_0127.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-SWuqgSG13gn3Cbir7kqWZTYcrF4dJ9yI8CXBzDp1MxsQBbq6tNCvz5gBmBTAaNDcGkJkCmHuJanDPEzE9LIaZ1b7G5uGpVbpyqpf8Iz3wcIQisVcXQYbrjuXGOQSOaPt8FDWWbfZ1wB/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370457280916539890" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFNS7qWYkrL7R3ED0sxexNHXcXBVhaObJf3C-C4-UcBuLYq3aUbbivJ_M3SAA42fYeYNXYfId0nXTvCAF__wIg8XiiC0QmDK03YY2Lkt0PmZmEBARpIkq614tFhV4w30ZHXRLYZAK5G5lY/s1600-h/anyday.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFCm1dxTMFjha_xIqS8BMiJfqGu4CRiQFbUpqQ-EDZqOFlg5PnT4I_YU1Roi7fpNvs8w30AKixNQGy38blIEr2iWEKzBWXa0XRN9yuuEzpKZ_w3d7u9u4BeRzE6wOQDWJqqBCzyz2Qr8s0/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370456889490156258" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>i carry your heart with me(i carry it in<div>my heart)i am never without it(anywhere</div><div>i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done</div><div>by only me is your doing, my darling)</div><div>i fear</div><div>no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet) i want</div><div>no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)</div><div>and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant</div><div>and whatever a sun will always sing is you</div><div><br /></div><div>here is the deepest secret nobody knows</div><div>(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud</div><div>and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows</div><div>higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)</div><div>and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart</div><div><br /></div><div>i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)</div><div>-ee cummings</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>part of me already knows, and i'm too scared to believe, because it's not where i'm headed, or whom i'm heading somewhere with.</div><div>someday i'll be reading that. and it's quite the double standard that i am the one lacking so much patience.</div><div>on the way home from savannah, my skin feels were bubbles of anxiety until i stopped and yelled, then laughed at the fact that my voice finally stretched over the whirs of ninety five and the murmurs of my heart. catharsis.</div><div><br /></div><div>optimism: 24exp is almost up and running!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3205696137183460468.post-59677913660685532422009-08-04T14:09:00.000-07:002009-08-04T14:28:58.972-07:00fluttering<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn3G_-WLZcjyNsG4qfen2oUNv2fCpixQetndvZNqyrSPTEkDZ_eIwv5nBWhhu0MD4PDeVaxSn7eQEDC5tnljQEbnA_C0-KqPDvlpRR3y5vUIE-bNA5Pyyte9p87YIT2CufJWYPhcgb65Qf/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366220002082123890" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3Riv7-KzqH_mkuCY0m9tnT723p4_HV2Xmnh-cssKUO_drXyBoZOfGa0nTGpqQ-4QXDTwoiANKk8_bvAKPW76eji4W4O1a90bYGjgRXGeYRQGTDelQIXKtHPoek44qBXnyd2pOsjn1-I3/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn3Riv7-KzqH_mkuCY0m9tnT723p4_HV2Xmnh-cssKUO_drXyBoZOfGa0nTGpqQ-4QXDTwoiANKk8_bvAKPW76eji4W4O1a90bYGjgRXGeYRQGTDelQIXKtHPoek44qBXnyd2pOsjn1-I3/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366220195561231890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">i've learned i needed time to dry off my wings.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>alex norbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01548437028820076973noreply@blogger.com0