PYT(s)

June 17, 2011

One of those days where your internal clock saves you from hearing the annoying beeps of your alarm, Etta James is singing in the living room when you walk out to make a cup of coffee but you find that someone already made it for you and your default outfit doesn’t feel so default-y. TGIF anyways…

 

Michelle Armas via This is Glamorous

barcelona street art

hampton mansion, baltimore

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giving tree

June 3, 2011

Growing up, my Mom and Dad read to me all the time but The Giving Tree and Where the Sidewalk Ends were always my favorite. I think it was the way that Shel Silverstein illustrated that caught my attention but I was looking through my book shelves and came across the books again. If you have never read The Giving Tree, I am pasting the story at the end of this post but it is worth going to the nearest Barnes and Noble, sitting on the floor and taking a few minutes to flip through.

Apparently I am not the only one who loves the story.

Angel Oak outside of Charleston, SC. It’s 1400 years old.

The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein

Once there was a tree….. and she loved a little boy. And every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples. And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree…….very much. And the tree was happy.

But time went by. And the boy grew older. And the tree was often alone. Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said “Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy”

“I am too big to climb and play”, said the boy. “I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?” “I’m sorry,” said the tree, “but I have no money, I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy.” And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away. And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time.. and the tree was sad. And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, “Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy.” “I am too busy to climb trees,” said the boy. “I want a house to keep me warm,” he said. “I want a wife and I want children, and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?” “I have no house,” said the tree. “The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy.” And the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house. And the tree was happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak. “Come, Boy,” she whispered, “come and play.” “I am too old and sad to play,” said the boy. “I want a boat that take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?” “Cut down my trunk and make a boat,” said the tree. “Then you can sail away…… and be happy.” And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away. And the tree was happy….

but not really. And after a long time the boy came back again. “I am sorry, Boy,” said the tree,

“but I have nothing left to give you—-” “My apples are gone.” “My teeth are too weak for apples,” said the boy. “My branches are gone,” said the tree. “You cannot swing on them——” “I am too old to swing on branches,” said the boy. “My trunk is gone,” said the tree. “You cannot climb——–” “I am too tired to climb,” said the boy. “I am sorry,” sighed the tree. “I wish that I could give you something—— but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump.” “I don’t need very much now,” said the boy. “just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired.” “Well,” said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could, “well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.” And the boy did. And the tree was happy.

 

facehunter lovin’

May 30, 2011

I was scrolling through my besfran’s PERFECT MAN’s blog, Mr. Yvan Rodic and saw that he was in Barcelona a few months ago. Fabulous surprise for me! He takes amazing fashion photos but these pics of random sightseeing/going out moments brought back such great memories. Can’t wait to go back… Thanks for the pictures, Yvan!

Valé:


looks like they opened a Rosa Negra in barceloneta … yummm

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May 19, 2011

After the storm last night, the air has become crisp and springy here in Maryland. Too bad I have to sit in the office most of the day! Looking for an excuse to get lost in nature…

Grant Monahan 

Ansel Adams 


Montsurrat, Spain


Christopher Talbot Frank

Calli Nicoletti 

reminiscentia

January 10, 2011

Tomorrow is the first day of the spring semester here in Charleston. As happy as I am to be back in the place I love with the people I missed so terribly, I can’t evade reminiscing about my European adventures. It doesn’t really help when every familiar face asks, “How was being abroad?”. But then again, why would I want to forget? I’ve decided to continue posting more photos I have taken, just for kicks. Happy New Year!

“Barthelonaaa”

November 30, 2010

Just a few pictures that I have taken over the past 3 months. Such an amazing city…

city stroll

November 5, 2010


I was given the assignment to document Passeig de Gracia and Ramblas de Cataluña, two major streets in Barcelona for my Urban Interventions class. Instead of snapping pictures of the streets themselves, I decided to focus on the small details along the “calles” that people may not notice at first… enjoy!