A Question for Y'all

I don't normally air ideas that I am simply musing about on the internet, but in this case I am making an exception because I need some feedback. I'm thinking about starting up an Etsy shop to sell some prints of my photographs. Is this a good idea? Would any of you buy prints? Do you know anyone who might buy prints? What kind of images would you like to see available for purchase? What kind of price bracket would you like to see them in? Let me know in the comments here, or, if you know me personally, you can contact me whatever way your heart desires.

Heart Screams

And you taught me what this feels like.
And then how it feels to lose it.
And you showed me who I wanted.
And then who I wasn't.
And you ticked every box.
And then drew a line.
And you weren't mine to begin with.
And then not to end with.
And you looked like everything I wanted.
And then became something I hated.
And you get thought of every day.
And then not in a good way.
And you let me leave.
And then wish I'd stayed.
And you almost killed me.
But I didn't die.


This is another total repost from I Wrote This For You. Even the photo is inspired by the post. If you haven't ever checked out I Wrote This For You, go now. Read it. I am completely enamoured with it. Beautiful pictures. Proufound words. Truly beautiful. I've adored this particular post for quite some time now. I think the most incredible quality of I Wrote This For You is the ability of the authour to capture in words exactly what people are feeling. Sometimes you read one of the posts and your heart screams because it has just seen itself in the written word. This was one of those posts for me.

This picture is a couple of years old. I took it the last time I was out at Lake Wabamun. Obviously I've manipulated it a bit on the computer. I really like how it turned out though.

Corners of my mind

Do you ever try to visualize the inside of your head? This can be a challenging and occasionally terrifying process. I almost always picture my brain as a room. Typically it is kind of a messy room. Some bits of it are nice and organized with filing cabinets and curio drawers, but other parts are just stacks of papers and books and random objects that cover desks and the floor. And there are niches, little corners, everywhere where things accumulate and are fogotten. The problem with this kind of set up is that when I start getting stressed out it gets messier and messier until my thoughts just fly around my head in a never ending frenzy. And then I feel like I can never turn my brain off. It's like I'm trapped in the room, flying all over the place, smashing my shins on furniture and whacking my shoulder on the corners. This is exactly how I have felt the past couple of days. There is way too much going on right now. My brain won't turn off and let me rest. Every time I try and sleep all of these thoughts start jumping up and down screaming "Notice me!" "Pay attention to me!". It is making me sleep-deprived and rapidly giving me a headache. I should note that I am not always like this. A am actually a relatively organized person. I love filing. I alphabetize my CDs, DVDs and books (by author, and then within author they are ordered chronologically by publication date). It's just that as the semester progresses and life gets crazier and crazier I tend to lose a bit of my grip on organization. Plus my brain is just never as organized as my outer life.

Thinking about how much grief the corners of my brain are giving me made me think about architecture (the one advantage of having a disorganized room up there is that I can make these strange leaps in logic). I love architecture. I actually took drafting and design when I was in grade 10, but had to drop it after that so I could take choir. Some days I wish I could take it again. Anyway, I took this picture on the footbridge that connects Goldbar park with Rundell park. The straight lines stuck me. It's just so structured and organized. Oddly that is everything I just said my mind is not. Maybe that is why it appeals to me right now?

I'm a nerd, and proud of it!

Very few things in this world excite me as much as new school supplies. Yes I know that this is the opposite of most people, but I seriously love back to school shopping because I get to buy new notebooks and agendas and pens and post it notes. My dad, who is the person responsible for this odd love of stationary, took me school supply shopping tonight and now I have a lovely stack of new things sitting in my room and I am itching to use them.

I've actually had a rather nerdy week, but it has also been one of the best weeks of the summer. I went to the Fringe earlier in the week, had conversations with friends on topics like philosophy and religion, spent a day wandering through the art gallery and considering art and the Canadian identity (plus, in the gift store I found textbook type books that I really want to buy), finally got to look at my textbook list for this semester (and am now itching to go and buy the books), and went school supply shopping. Yup, I'm a nerd, but I love it so much. Besides, someone has to enjoy these things. Just like someone who is not me needs to enjoy sports or video games. Thankfully I also have friends who are willing to put up with these activities. I even have friends with whom I can discuss the newly released textbook list. So I am secure in my nerdiness, in fact, I relish it.