Olympus OM-1, Vivitar 28mm lens/Fuji Superia 400 film.
I love to walk the streets of my little beach town, looking for the older homes; the little beach cottages from another era, still intact. Smaller, less flashy than the cluster (fuck) of town houses that have invaded, tiny yards full of sunflowers tucked up against weathered wood.
"Some day, soon, this shall be ours..." I say out loud to no one in particular. The beauty of renting means no strings attached; this town house our landing pad when we moved across the country, but not really our style in its homogenized verticality.
It occured to me this morning that what I want for us in the way of a home here in Los Angeles needs the same attention, (and a vision board), that I give to any other creative project. I have it all up in my head, but manifesting dreams is about releasing, not hoarding, in all areas of my life.
