You are my brown-eyed girl.

Happy birthday today to my dear friend Susan! That’s her, giving you the sexy wink. Love this girl.

Each day, spend it with me now.

Grizzly bear is so good. I love their newest album, but this is an older song. It’s awesome. I can’t find a live version of the song that isn’t on someone’s janky phone, so I didn’t put it up. Look it up on grooveshark. (Which, if you haven’t checked out, is bad ass!)

My messenger in disguise
makes up for such short goodbyes.
You can’t come home again.
Each time it’s different.
And the yards around your feet fall away while you’re asleep.
Each day, spend it with me now.
All my time, spend it with me now.
But each day spend it with you now.
All my time, spend it with you now.
But out here, no one can hear me,
out hear no one can hear me.

Song of the day 2/8 | Grizzly bear | On a neck, on a spit

It may be years until the day my dreams will match up with my pay.

So, despite my original complete fear, my lingerie picture has gotten some really positive feedback (and a couple of people called me whore. In a nice way, I’m sure. haha.) I totally love when I get a response on my photos. It makes taking 127 shots to end up with a few good ones totally worth the time, energy and imagination. Anyway, I was all jazzed about this week after feeling good about the lingerie shot. But, I got nothing. I tried yellow a bunch of times and I couldn’t think of anything creative. So, I went digging in my old files. And found this one I got when the pretty things outside weren’t dead. Here you go, interwebs.

I literally took my camera with me on an adventure down the road by my office back when it was nice out. Oh spring. (6 more weeks of winter?? Damn you P. Phil, groundhog/bastard) I don’t really know why, but this song came in my head when I started thinking about wandering down Main street. Main street isn’t exactly ‘barely on the map’ but I still like it and it’s still in my head. And maybe that’s a buttercup. Ok, it’s not. But still.

Helping the kids out of their coats,
But wait the babies haven’t been born.
Unpacking the bags and setting up,
And planting lilacs and buttercups.

But in the meantime we’ve got it hard,
Second floor living without a yard.
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay.

Old dirt road,
knee deep snow,
Watching the fire as we grow old.

I got a man to stick it out,
And make a home from a rented house.
And we’ll collect the moments one by one,
I guess that’s how the future’s done.

How many acres, how much light?
Tucked in the woods and out of sight.
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap,
On a little road barely on the map.

Old dirt road,
knee deep snow,
Watching the fire as we grow old.

Old dirt road,
rambling rose,
watching the fire as we grow…
Well, I’m sold.

Song of the day 2/3 | Feist | Mushaboom*

*In case anyone cares, Mushaboom is a rural community in Nova Scotia.

Hey! I’ve got nothing to do today but smile.

So, you can mock me if you wanna, but I love LOST. It’s a freaking awesome show. And finally, the last season starts TONIGHT! And UL and Pittsburgh won last night! And it’s almost time for another fun weekend (ok not really)…but in all honesty, I am just having a good day. So Simon and Garfunkel have been in my head, singing…

Song of the day 2/2 | Simon and Garfunkel | Only living boy in New York

What a beautiful face I have found in this place.

I love this song. It’s been around awhile, but still amazing. The lyrics are fantastic. Anyway, it’s a fun one and it got me in the mood for my flight to Chicago. Something good to listen to on the plane.

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place.
That is circling all around the sun.
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me.
Soft and sweet.
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me, me.

And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea.
But for now we are young.
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see.
Love to be
In the arms of all I’m keeping here with me, me.

What a curious life we have found here tonight.
There is music that sounds from the street.
There are lights in the clouds,
Anna’s ghost all around.
Hear her voice as it’s rolling and ringing through me,
Soft and sweet.
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees, trees.

Now how I remember you,
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet.
Now we keep where we don’t know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago.
Now he don’t even know his name.

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place.
That is circling all round the sun.
And when we meet on a cloud
I’ll be laughing out loud.
I’ll be laughing with everyone I see.
Can’t believe how strange it is to be anything at all.

Song of the day 1/29 | Neutral milk hotel | In the aeroplane over the sea

Dear interwebs, I wanna sex you up.

So, Shutterboo is always talking about sex. More specifically, she is always talking about sexing up the internet.

And it makes me laugh.

And it turns. me. on.

Just kidding.

But seriously, this challenge was exactly what it says, a challenge. How can I tastefully incorporate lingerie into a picture? I was too embarrassed to ask someone to pose for me, so I used my own legs as a model. It took over 100 shots. Honestly, I am what some call “self-conscious” but, for Brooke’s sake, I sucked it up and tried to sex it up. And this is the one I settled on. Just a disclaimer, I am not sexy. I do not do sexy things. I am awkward and uncomfortable. Anyway, here’s a little peak.

And I kind of think it turned out kind of cool. Somewhere between hot and funny is probably more accurate. Cause yes, that’s the remote control in the background. You know, it can’t be all sexy. Sorry bout it.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

From the minute I started the photo challenge, the one week I was so freaking excited about was last week. Eyes. My favorite feature of most humans. And hands down my favorite feature of my man-friend. They are gorgeous. So I knew I wanted to borrow him for the task. And I did. I set up the shot with a lot of lights in the background and didn’t use my flash, for a little bit of a fuzzy effect. I think it turned out so amazing and beautiful. But perhaps I am biased to his handsome face.

If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,
I’d put you in the mirror
I put in front of me.
I put in front of me.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Song of the day 1/28 | Velvet Underground | Pale blue eyes

We have a remedy you’ll appreciate.

I love this song. Dating back to the genius movie Rushmore and coming back via bar jukebox over the last few years, it’s a classic. And kind of amazing. My Morning Jacket and Eddie Vedder so kindly covered this beast and here’s where you can check it out. Enjoy, fools.

Song of the day 1/26 | MMJ with Eddie Vedder | A quick one, while he’s away

The other one would wait for me.

Mmmmm. Fleet Foxes. They are super awesome. My friend Amy made me a little mix cd not too long ago (ok 1.5 years ago) and I dusted the ol’ girl off today. It’s a freaking amazing mix. This song was on there and reminded me how much I love the harmony and delight of the bearded wonders also known as the Fleet Foxes. They are fantastic. And thanks to my friend, Andy, who first introduced me to them a la Lollapalooza preparations. And for burning me the disc and drawing a giant wiener on it.

She left a week to roam,
Your protector’s coming home.
Keep your secrets with you,
Safe from the outside.

You walk along the stream.
Your head caught in a waking dream.
Your protector’s coming home.

As you lay tonight beside me,
On the morning that you came.
Would you wait for me…
The other one would wait for me.

Song of the day 1/25 | Fleet Foxes | Your protector

And I’ll mirror images back at you, so you can see the way I feel it too.

It is very gloomy outside today. A little cold and rainy and gray. And when my Friday party mix runs out of songs to entertain me, I immediately went to this song. This song is very quiet and very pretty. I love the words. I think the XX might just get big. My brother found them first, so I have to give him credit. But, this song is great. Perfect for today.

I find shelter, in this way
Under cover, hide away.
Can you hear, when I say?
I have never felt this way.

Maybe I had said something that was wrong.
Can I make it better, with the lights turned on?

Could I be, was I there?
It felt so crystal in the air.
I still want to drown whenever you leave.
Please teach me gently how to breathe.

And I’ll cross oceans, like never before,
So you can feel the way I feel it too.
And I’ll mirror images back at you,
So you can see the way I feel it too.

Maybe I had said something that was wrong.
Can I make it better, with the lights turned on?
Maybe I had said something that was wrong.
Can I make it better, with the lights turned on?

Song of the day 1/22 | the XX | Shelter