Inspiration, stuff and nonsense - #6

It would appear that I'm all out of inspiration again.

I've been leaving my notebook at home, paying less attention to the things people do and say, getting increasingly frustrated at the lack of hours in the day and reading less and less and less. I'm 25 in three days, and I've been spending the last week drowning my inner child in recklessness, sleepless nights and alcohol. I do, however, have plenty of things to see, do, look forward to and love:

The scrawlings of others,

The joy in the eyes of little lives,

Dreamy thoughts on dewy days,

Suave companions filled with comic quips,

and reminders that true love still exists.

The funny,

The fanciful,

And the materially desired,

But most of all, the bright northern summer, which beckons me each morning from my home's frosty depths as my time to travel draws closer...

...maybe 25 won't be so bad.


This post goes out to my dear friend Karel who, after talk of eating danishes on first dates, has restored my brain's setting to pleasantly whimsical. Thank you K, I look forward to sweet treats, hot drinks and self-aware conversation with you soon.

Photos courtesy of The Satorialist, Facehunter, Lomography at Live Journal and various other places that I forgot to note down. If you would like crediting, please let me know.