“Nostalgia. It’s delicate, but potent. In Greek, ‘nostalgia’ literally means ‘the pain from an old wound.’ It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone–a feeling of a place where we ache to go again.”
Jones Street. In the details.
Sometimes waking up at 6am on vacation pays off in unexpected ways.
Last week was a tiny bit chaotic. Winter is a lingering houseguest who refuses to get the hint that it’s time to leave. My camera is collecting dust, waiting to have purpose once again. In times like these, there is only one answer. Italy. The photographs I have of Italy are medicine for my soul. An early morning gliding through the Italian countryside with sleepy vineyards and misty hills. I think I could ride that train for forever.
More Italy goodness.
Daylight turns to night light. It’s never dark in the city that never sleeps.
I made my second trip to Hilton Head Island this past weekend for a near-and-dear wedding. These two are now hitched! It was a fantastic trip full of sunshine and love. Snapped these moody, early morning shots the day of the wedding. I hope I get to go back at least one more time before my friends settle down in a new state.
And one more, because I love these little guys so much.
Thinking about far away places, distant memories, and the feeling of seeing something for the very first time.
How to visit a chocolate factory.
Step 1. Locate chocolate factory.
Step 2. Obey signs.
Step 3. Accept reward.
My beautiful friend Allie + muhly grass + North Carolina Museum of Art
Arrows pointing nowhere in particular.