Frame of Reference

Taking this a bit too literally I think..🤔

Only lights on oak trees but it looks like an outer space picture to me. 

Something White.

I've decided to challenge myself and do the 100 photography prompts by Travis Fitzgerald. Light  

I didn't actually check the entries, but I do believe that I've set a personal record for LEAST amount of posts this year. Why? Maybe I just didn't feel like being in my head. Maybe I didn't like what I was thinking. Maybe I just didn't have time to be so self involved, self-cenetered, so ... wrapped up in all things me. I do know that this lack of checking in with myself has also coincided with the most weight that I've ever gained in my entire life. With the most pain that I've ever been in, physically. The most period of adjustment as far as feeling what it's like to be a mom, even a co-parenting mom. Which, the thing is, it's so incredibly fluid. Just as soon as I get used to something or set into a routine it changes. It literally turns into something else. All we can do is try and fake it, there is a shit ton more faking it than I ever thought!

I found Tegan and Sara when I was at a very.... interesting point in my life. I think when that happens, when you can glue a particular artist, or songs, or lyrics to a point in your life. Unfortunately, it kind of ruins the rest. No matter what they create, no matter what happens... it won't be like that time. I suppose it's likened to the first kiss, to the first high, to the first anything, really. As disconnected as I feel to their recently released material... a few songs bring the pangs to the heart. A lyric in particular? Yep, got it. "You will be good to me but you won't be my dream. You'll lose me to places, places that I've never been." Shit man. This job that I have. It feels different. I don't play with it. To think, Casey in my house. What a small world that we live in.