This? It's a photo from our Christmas party (Miracle on St. George Street) two years ago. These blistering summer heat waves have me thinking cool thoughts and craving snow.

But for now, as put by my new favorite poet, Vera Pavlova:

I have brushed my teeth.
This day and I are even.

Do you remember that night, when we were on the rooftop of that sketchy hostel in Fes? I was feeling so overwhelmed by the culture and sheer vastness of the Medina, tired, travel-worn, home sick, heart broken, and just utterly dejected by the day. I think we were both ready to fly out of Morocco ASAP.

But then two Moroccan boys showed up on the rooftop a building away. With their broken English, our broken French, the little bit of Arabic we picked up, and inventive hand signals - communication was made possible. The boys were our age and their family owned a souvenir shop. On that night, they were getting ready to leave for a festival. We could hear the music from the distance. Sad to see our new friends go... I was about to head to bed, but before we knew it - they were climbing across the rooftops towards our balcony! And this is what they had for us:

A genuine human connection, a small gesture, a surprise friendship across languages. It made my day.

The fastest, most liberating, and fun way of getting down a mountain = on a slide!

 

 

Even babies go to the beach during torrential downpour. 

What follows is my face as I abandon all hope of staying dry:

 

Work hard, play hard. It's the same principle even on the other side of the planet.

 

 

Sei Shonagon has a list of "Things which Quicken the Heart". It is as follows,

Sparrows feeding their young. To pass a place where babies are playing. To sleep in a room where some fine incense has been burnt. To notice that one's elegant Chinese mirror has become a little cloudy. To see a gentleman stop his carriage before one's gate and instruct is attendants to announce his arrival. To wash one's hair, make one's toilet, and put on scented robes; even if not a soul sees one, these preparations still produce an inner pleasure. It is night and one is expecting a visitor. Suddenly one is startled by the sound of rain-drops, which the wind blows against the shutters.

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Although biking is not on her list,

it's definitely on mine.

I can't wait to start riding it - if only it would stop raining!

The sun goes down, the lanterns are lit, and the markets are open for business.

sun kissed toronto

Twenty years later, and I'm standing at the same location in front of the Notre Dame in Paris as my mom did when she was about my age. Next month, we'll be traveling together to China. I'm really excited.

When the karma of a relationship is done, only love remains. It's safe. Let go.

- E. Gilbert

 the snow storm that had school canceled for three days

 Columbus and I in our living room

 making Valentine's Day cupcakes with Steph

lighting test for a photoshoot

 peaceful sleeps and sweet dreams

It's bittersweet how four years have passed so quickly. Now I'm on the other side of it all, looking back. Thursday was our very last day of undergraduate classes. For me, it was a full day of critiques - followed by an evening of drinks and conversations with my professor and classmates at The Grad Club. We sat on the patio, and although it was a slightly chilly night, we were warmed by the good company and beer. We talked of traveling and art, of our hopes for the future, and of biking. We talked about our families and significant others (or there lack-of), and about learning french. There was laughter, the clinking of glasses, and multiple trips to the bathroom. Through the haze of a few drinks, I was touched with a moment of nostalgia. As the sun went down, we said our good byes and I was acutely aware that the conclusion of that day marked the end of my university career.

Now, there are just exams left - except mine aren't until the end of the month. At last, I have some time to myself to do what I want to do - i.e. job search, blog, contact juggle, explore, do yoga, have photo shoots, hang out with friends. Also, as you can see - I finally got the roll of film from my NYC trip developed.

I'm off biking now.

Yummies

Blue Havana

  

It was like a sign from the universe or something. 

All the blue things in front of me just happened to align perfectly at the exact moment that I wanted to take a photo.

Thank you, universe.

Cuban Cars

a love/hate relationship

Oh printmaking, you put me through so much! I can't even count the number of late nights I spend laboring away in the studio hunched over my copper plates. You do nothing for my posture and back aches. Your chemicals are harsh on my skin and my arms get cramped from the inking process. It makes me nervous when I have no idea what the final piece will actually look like until the very end.

But I have learned to accept all that goes wrong as "happy mistakes" and to make it work. There is nothing like the feeling you get when you finally crank that printing press, lift those blankets, peel away the plate, and look at your paper; delayed gratification.

study date

October is almost over and we're in the middle of the semester, knee deep in exams and due dates. Some people choose to study in the little cubicles at the school libraries, but the feel is too clinical and the silence is pressuring. I prefer little cafes where the conversations, music, and clinking of stirring spoons fade into white noise. I disappear into my own world of whatever I'm studying at the moment.

Autumn has shed its leaves and I can feel winter slowly creeping in. Time needs to slow down.

mood

 We tried Ethiopian food for the first time. It was delicious.

darkroom

darkroom