I began 2011 with a plane ride.

And then another, this time flown by me.

The middle consisted of another plane ride, from which I free-fell into (or should I say out of) the sky, screaming hysterically.

Ended with an overnight plane ride to the snowy north.

2011 was a rough year for me.

I loved and lost– a lot.

But I’m not glad it’s over, I’m glad it happened.

Prepare for me in 2012– more love, more photography, more creating.

More, more, more.

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a busride north

flowers between car-roads and railroads

lights in an open ceiling

& my favorite shoes in holey glory

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