tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64749488612139876922024-02-19T01:47:15.032-08:0052 weeksShaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-32323708022997064742011-03-17T14:26:00.000-07:002011-03-17T14:26:56.026-07:00the book<i><span style="font-size: large;">"We must create what we most need to find."</span></i> <span style="font-size: x-small;">-Sabrina Ward Harrison</span><br />
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What I most needed to find this year was me. And that is what prompted this journey of self-discovery through poetry and portraiture. I turned the camera on myself in hopes of discovering my true nature, the things that made my heart sing and how I coped with what life threw my way. In between all those things I found beauty, honesty, and truth. I found my voice.<br />
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In the end, looking back, this is the greatest gift I could ever give. And not just to myself, but to all who take a moment to read and look and peer into this book. It is a gift to my husband. A gift to my mother. A gift to my friends; the ones who really know me and the ones I've just made. A gift to those I've formed a bond with in the wonderful online creative world. A gift to those who love poetry. A gift to those who enjoy portraits. A gift to those who need some inspiration, or just the knowledge that someone out there feels the same way they do. A gift to those starting out on their own journey.<br />
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My book is now available for purchase. This is my heart on paper. I hope you find a little of yourself among the pages. May it be a little part of your own journey.<br />
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<div style="display: block;"><a href="http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/2018143?ce=blurb_ew&utm_source=widget" style="margin: 12px 3px;" target="_blank">52weeks by Shaina Longstreet</a> | <a href="http://www.blurb.com/landing_pages/bookshow?ce=blurb_ew&utm_source=widget" style="margin: 12px 3px;" target="_blank">Make Your Own Book</a></div></div>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-80646128400967478502010-12-28T13:51:00.000-08:002010-12-28T13:51:04.291-08:00week fifty-two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj87PxAXHqDx_w_BIbWhuliUONZuKdr2ltjLlpHRckaMId5Z5bXMZAUGTyBybmRp-RiVML6p27XNiz_zUS9STtRdhL2vRQi2YYS01TecHu9Cs3kf_RPpoeil3TtpbCXNXEYNcJbZlPSTI/s1600/WEEK+52.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj87PxAXHqDx_w_BIbWhuliUONZuKdr2ltjLlpHRckaMId5Z5bXMZAUGTyBybmRp-RiVML6p27XNiz_zUS9STtRdhL2vRQi2YYS01TecHu9Cs3kf_RPpoeil3TtpbCXNXEYNcJbZlPSTI/s640/WEEK+52.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">the beginning and the end collide in this space</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and i find myself fulfilled.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">this journey has come full circle.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">from a desire to learn </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">to a knowledge that there really is no end to learning</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">from a place of bravery </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">to the acceptance of my limitations</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">but also my talents, and my beauty </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and my worthiness. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"> I believe I have accomplished my goal: </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">to capture and portray myself</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and then it all~ </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">preserved in 4x6. </span></i>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-18263157125198786722010-12-21T16:48:00.000-08:002011-01-28T13:46:48.772-08:00week fifty-one<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglgvCk_yqPFLm0OGKHm_HBw1pXRWeOKAFS9A_S6XLGFsCJuYy7oe0VA-bD60S9jxkLQ7hz5BpkD5028GEgk8nfekcv7-Gie4Ijq8gEP1nvRYpCuZCKprPL9fgItTRqxiD8coYjGKngoGo/s1600/WEEK+51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglgvCk_yqPFLm0OGKHm_HBw1pXRWeOKAFS9A_S6XLGFsCJuYy7oe0VA-bD60S9jxkLQ7hz5BpkD5028GEgk8nfekcv7-Gie4Ijq8gEP1nvRYpCuZCKprPL9fgItTRqxiD8coYjGKngoGo/s640/WEEK+51.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>will this melancholia consume me </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>or will these eyes shine once again? </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>am I apparent through my actions</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>the way I walk, the way I laugh, the way I am </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>can you still smell me </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>through my perfume? </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>nostalgia is a thing I can cradle in my hand. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>does a poem of silence still hold meaning?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>beyond the words I write the message is all too clear</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I am here. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>dreams, light, heart and all. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I am here. </i></span>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-57051619812261788442010-12-19T16:41:00.000-08:002010-12-27T10:21:35.758-08:00week fifty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgelyaLOwGH2Wgiha7Rk7bC47nOJ-7FL_yemi6Nisr-NSRTkcGRB8d0-MYdPc55mFz0Vxl_2UZi2xpbRHamqc-bqnYVU9JBlII8bPAvp5ZmPKp_bWiXFqCJVcoK9CjDpbyEu7rfKfJ4g/s1600/WEEK+50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgelyaLOwGH2Wgiha7Rk7bC47nOJ-7FL_yemi6Nisr-NSRTkcGRB8d0-MYdPc55mFz0Vxl_2UZi2xpbRHamqc-bqnYVU9JBlII8bPAvp5ZmPKp_bWiXFqCJVcoK9CjDpbyEu7rfKfJ4g/s640/WEEK+50.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I am from the far north</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>from sawmills and broken hearts</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>that will heal eventually.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I am from two homes</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>from cucumbers and cupcakes </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>(I never forgave myself for nibbling) </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I am from straight A's </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>from the written page and world's beyond mine</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>from siblings I can't stop loving</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>and the one that got away.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I am from Bible verses. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>from the backs of horses </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>to behind the wheel and still afraid</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I am from long hugs and lots of tears.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I am from Mona Moose and shadylane. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I am from counting hours and touching hearts</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>with truth.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>from biting heels and sharing words.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I am from true love.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>from our park and first kisses and life together.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I am from creativity</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>a place I cannot let go of. </i></span>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-22020038059841508532010-12-07T18:03:00.000-08:002011-01-28T13:28:08.397-08:00week forty-nine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlhFyMGellXrm_TjfyKR31YLiQc8TtLRqVKYLOtspAc7N1v4_OCYESBtgJQJHjc_C15aAKwmKM8QsacwEydiQqkfZUKjFo-EqXq-RsbS3zP7FW9hbUV2ltbDnnFZx0yckgduPeJunlga8/s1600/WEEK+49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlhFyMGellXrm_TjfyKR31YLiQc8TtLRqVKYLOtspAc7N1v4_OCYESBtgJQJHjc_C15aAKwmKM8QsacwEydiQqkfZUKjFo-EqXq-RsbS3zP7FW9hbUV2ltbDnnFZx0yckgduPeJunlga8/s640/WEEK+49.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">make this spinning world stop</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">let me step off of this crazy carousel ride</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and catch my breath</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">before the next adventure</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">before the next trial</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">before the nest day slips </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">into a memory.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">freeze this moment here with me</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">share in these simple things</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">a new scarf</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">jeans that fit</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and a long ride home</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">just you and me.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">these are the pleasures of a life shared</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">to have someone to ride beside. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-83208022026779397072010-12-01T16:53:00.000-08:002011-01-27T13:37:12.680-08:00week forty-eight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7namdTxEufXkudV8uo-DEic0OSpFzGxVokuLaIA_FiLOjkQX7QQWIA43b2ENMZA3upBRVN1Pi0VK3fwa6hNqFoaviHJ0L2FzuipYpIzS7xYb_b_FU_-iPBnks_lmuFvOoNpwX-gpa5YY/s1600/WEEK+48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7namdTxEufXkudV8uo-DEic0OSpFzGxVokuLaIA_FiLOjkQX7QQWIA43b2ENMZA3upBRVN1Pi0VK3fwa6hNqFoaviHJ0L2FzuipYpIzS7xYb_b_FU_-iPBnks_lmuFvOoNpwX-gpa5YY/s640/WEEK+48.jpg" width="491" /></a></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">the chill in the air</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">fuels the chill in my soul</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I can barely feel my own heartbeat. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">these raindrops turned snowflakes </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">mimic the nature of my fears</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I am scared of change</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I am paralyzed by transformation</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I dread each day for how it will be </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">different from yesterday.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">so now I'm stuck</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">stranded knee-deep</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">frozen in this state of being.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">you look at these falling bits of frozen water</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and see beauty.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I can't keep myself from shivering...</span></i><br />
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</span></i>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-5740149072436421952010-12-01T08:00:00.000-08:002010-12-08T15:09:07.419-08:00NovemberI have been renewed and newly inspired thanks to the lovely <a href="http://www.viviennemcmaster.com/blog/">Viv</a> and her wonderful class that im in the middle of called <a href="http://www.viviennemcmaster.com/you-are-your-own-muse/">You are Your Own Muse</a>. it is all about self-portraiture...the techniques used, editing tips, but most importantly: seeing your own beauty. she has infused this into my portraits this month. i am so thankful. The snow has arrived now... i can't believe this year is almost over. 5 more weeks. 5 more pictures. 5 more poems. the end is bittersweet...<br />
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1. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/5146537668/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | forty-four</a>, 2. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/5164778763/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | forty-five</a>, 3. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/5196294537/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | forty-six</a>, 4. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/5212186965/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | forty-seven</a>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-14591819958920986182010-11-25T13:59:00.000-08:002011-01-28T10:00:00.730-08:00week forty-seven<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyJ_RxlDZbNgO4CsMdWZQZ_GVw91YFsQyV1P116exOeqo5bsPB9MjTOPyu6hYfUTFaYkuKonts1VlwTbIywxf9w1e-kbVDDuhzsnChP1GXKZtqYTGBTry2sDemN7uOxMSu4N5b3tSbR6Y/s1600/WEEK+47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyJ_RxlDZbNgO4CsMdWZQZ_GVw91YFsQyV1P116exOeqo5bsPB9MjTOPyu6hYfUTFaYkuKonts1VlwTbIywxf9w1e-kbVDDuhzsnChP1GXKZtqYTGBTry2sDemN7uOxMSu4N5b3tSbR6Y/s640/WEEK+47.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I create because I am who I am...</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I am who I am because I create. </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>to make something beautiful </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>and meaningful with my own hands</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>a gift I treasure.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>preserving memories</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>making memories</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I am blissful within my memories</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>dancing like my 12 year old self</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>singing because I love it</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>making art out of life. </i></span></div>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-85952926551136617842010-11-19T16:39:00.000-08:002011-01-28T10:06:49.528-08:00week forty-six<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifYBUoeNLRa6gFpGl0odrAnDpi1jbyfcYolgnpaagtRjLLsPwi4-nzwgJQpnHcxdSqz7IMJ0iOeoU60vufYylWF60ucb8hNEpisRQ_elRBhAw5BLTOH8IY7TyruKCiCZZ4iu5GKMcgTwo/s1600/WEEK+46-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifYBUoeNLRa6gFpGl0odrAnDpi1jbyfcYolgnpaagtRjLLsPwi4-nzwgJQpnHcxdSqz7IMJ0iOeoU60vufYylWF60ucb8hNEpisRQ_elRBhAw5BLTOH8IY7TyruKCiCZZ4iu5GKMcgTwo/s640/WEEK+46-2.JPG" width="451" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>perhaps no one really understands</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>what it means to me...</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>to take a picture of myself</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>to capture that exact moment in time</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>too have something tangible to share</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>this is the thing I can give...</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>the thing I can believe has meaning </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>beyond just myself.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>this is my journey: </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>self portraiture and poetry.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>so I will never forget... </i></span>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-55578254073545599902010-11-10T14:34:00.000-08:002010-12-08T15:10:20.048-08:00week forty-five<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTBJTB58l5IYZb-nVVVxChidQZblr0uWCliT1HeeshteYIirIVDdNYPJhHso_us5x0E_OAxqzx5wZTcKfh0WmgT001ktC-0rAgiAdBjHpjSkwPT_A6E9MsyfQXuwrxrLycQ6qS5AM2uc/s1600/WEEK+45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTBJTB58l5IYZb-nVVVxChidQZblr0uWCliT1HeeshteYIirIVDdNYPJhHso_us5x0E_OAxqzx5wZTcKfh0WmgT001ktC-0rAgiAdBjHpjSkwPT_A6E9MsyfQXuwrxrLycQ6qS5AM2uc/s640/WEEK+45.jpg" width="640" /></a> </div><i><span style="font-size: large;">i took a walk today </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">in the still of the cool autumn air</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">where the chill whispered its secrets to me </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and told me truth:</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">i am good enough. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">i am worthy.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">i am brave. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and for once</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">perhaps twice </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and most definitely a third time</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">i believed. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></i>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-61105147325204142832010-11-04T12:28:00.000-07:002011-01-28T10:10:13.263-08:00week forty-four<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6PGQHWJjci9tgUq2fUQEMXdYzapdj5t-SzQMWr-qG70mj4EEaZvD-K8AGUK9Aoy342kNsWbGq4WUQlslbInKc0I9qDsHbHcaWL6MPl7zQzZMtbF7b2cL-gNSbEYQmagTWEX4ebylrGQ/s1600/WEEK+44-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6PGQHWJjci9tgUq2fUQEMXdYzapdj5t-SzQMWr-qG70mj4EEaZvD-K8AGUK9Aoy342kNsWbGq4WUQlslbInKc0I9qDsHbHcaWL6MPl7zQzZMtbF7b2cL-gNSbEYQmagTWEX4ebylrGQ/s640/WEEK+44-2.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">the warmth from the sun</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">does much to soothe </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">the aches I feel</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">some physical</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">some emotional</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">the daylight helps ease from my mind</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">the sleepless nights I suffer through</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I'm tired ~ but can't close my eyes</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I'm trying ~ to find peace inside</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">comforted today just by </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">the light from the sun</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">resting softly on my face. </span></i>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-45209346281233076922010-11-01T11:46:00.000-07:002010-12-27T12:02:40.078-08:00Octoberthis month was full of highs and lows...and they all seemed to match the weather. fall has definitely arrived and i am so thankful for it. the leaves all become flowers and the crisp air is welcomed after the stifling heat. this project is winding to a close... but i feel like i am just now beginning to tell my story. i am embracing the time i have left in 2010. here's to another new month. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAsPuK8QdYapjpNqCa68GYuhEk5-bahcZPkLg38w6RkN4hXYSYOHdUinFdevrVFUhzuiaIrSQE1MW5rezF0XdQo2dBwv0yQvPDoDUqPqd-ghw7S9jWL_kytorGQo2ZWrflZWvK4BmbwTw/s1600/OCTOBER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="128" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAsPuK8QdYapjpNqCa68GYuhEk5-bahcZPkLg38w6RkN4hXYSYOHdUinFdevrVFUhzuiaIrSQE1MW5rezF0XdQo2dBwv0yQvPDoDUqPqd-ghw7S9jWL_kytorGQo2ZWrflZWvK4BmbwTw/s640/OCTOBER.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>1. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/5060461574/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | thirty-nine</a>, 2. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/5100726244/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | forty</a>, 3. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/5100746592/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | forty-one</a>, 4. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/5108779803/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | forty-two</a>, 5. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/5129744208/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | forty-three</a>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-53991146296631135742010-10-30T13:41:00.000-07:002011-01-28T10:14:15.682-08:00week forty-three<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsDvWA0sDC9J5_mJ5DYxT7mFca8ysESMZ1f4C6xgPR-jMM8S5Tboqc18-lDc1JxnJ9mZThcaC3LQ9d3BrOPeSA528uj5566ZCP3hGr8nCF3nv1shK8OQsEzeiZlGhfD0BLNAs_Z2igxno/s1600/WEEK+43-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="625" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsDvWA0sDC9J5_mJ5DYxT7mFca8ysESMZ1f4C6xgPR-jMM8S5Tboqc18-lDc1JxnJ9mZThcaC3LQ9d3BrOPeSA528uj5566ZCP3hGr8nCF3nv1shK8OQsEzeiZlGhfD0BLNAs_Z2igxno/s640/WEEK+43-3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">oh my sweet one</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">do you notice my distress?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I ache for you to see me</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and ease my troubled mind</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">to tell me I am perfect for you.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and then it happens</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">you take my hand</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and once again I feel whole</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">our words spill out after too long</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and they sound so similar</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">they feel so familiar</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">we share the same aches</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">my sweet one</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and together we can soothe them.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">we have fallen in love again</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">it is a treasure to have this time with you</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">these hours just us</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">to slow down and be as we once were</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">as we are meant to be</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">oh my sweet one</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">my heart feels full </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and my smile is real again.</span></i>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-40554744235138698122010-10-21T16:45:00.000-07:002011-01-27T13:53:54.707-08:00week forty-two<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkA0aQ9nMmtp_4LhRINamwCpdARGFYsYSkURNRCkrTBRZS24ZEXJyAwXDDDAJSuMX6uuT4gUzG6wpEpBwmt3aoD1L8F4Jk5WkYSrtZZqTRrLyNe6WWrlhv_hrHtGoSbEb1u5FxHfAKUQ/s1600/WEEK+42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkA0aQ9nMmtp_4LhRINamwCpdARGFYsYSkURNRCkrTBRZS24ZEXJyAwXDDDAJSuMX6uuT4gUzG6wpEpBwmt3aoD1L8F4Jk5WkYSrtZZqTRrLyNe6WWrlhv_hrHtGoSbEb1u5FxHfAKUQ/s640/WEEK+42.jpg" width="483" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I have a dream...<br />
to live in a perpetual autumn<br />
to walk and feel a crunch beneath my feet<br />
to breath in deep <br />
and surrender to the crisp air<br />
of life around me.<br />
i live for the days of fallen red leaves<br />
and hue-filled sunsets<br />
this is my time...<br />
October looks good on me. </i></span>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-29749974269188912802010-10-15T14:38:00.000-07:002011-01-27T13:43:23.361-08:00week forty-one<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZreNPK9bdYe_H1Zda-Z4S16rjdnStuASvVBORflvhoyJ1_kMXmAtrLwtJnJNzRZHKu8ENwyPgOp4ZLrTgkmn99ocO-lWLUwxufHVNFHSMkS7ibnDr0xVJFOC2mw6gt7Q2JfpusAC42H0/s1600/WEEK+41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZreNPK9bdYe_H1Zda-Z4S16rjdnStuASvVBORflvhoyJ1_kMXmAtrLwtJnJNzRZHKu8ENwyPgOp4ZLrTgkmn99ocO-lWLUwxufHVNFHSMkS7ibnDr0xVJFOC2mw6gt7Q2JfpusAC42H0/s640/WEEK+41.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">underneath this sweet smile</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">there is pain</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">sometimes you can see it in my eyes.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I do my best to hide</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">the stains...the dirt...the mud</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I feel splattered in</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">covered in the memories that trap me</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I cannot rid myself of their residue. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">they are like my shadow ...</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">a constant companion</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">a constant reminder</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">of my imperfections.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">the weight of it all bares down on me</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I cannot live up to these expectations... <br />
</span></i>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-15161418674500223092010-10-07T13:58:00.000-07:002010-12-27T11:45:19.542-08:00week forty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_2MCHtmvvITAcxmyRdrxHgrYxgvz7xgjlzZx8lCJ3t6RHFWdzVcuKyhyphenhyphen3k3gkwIEqqMlBVaVyXk_9f7CNtfJRvbjONwSKXgN3F7a3UaMQNTJMQQF53DP0JQ24cYz7aekrjOw6COe_M8o/s1600/WEEK+40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_2MCHtmvvITAcxmyRdrxHgrYxgvz7xgjlzZx8lCJ3t6RHFWdzVcuKyhyphenhyphen3k3gkwIEqqMlBVaVyXk_9f7CNtfJRvbjONwSKXgN3F7a3UaMQNTJMQQF53DP0JQ24cYz7aekrjOw6COe_M8o/s640/WEEK+40.jpg" width="432" /></a></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">I dream of days like this. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I cherish them amidst the madness. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">a moment to breathe and smile and savor </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">the little things.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">sisters and matching shirts,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">good french fries and decorating boxes</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">singing Disney songs and reminiscing about childhood.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">today taking pictures makes me smile again. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></i>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-22024358872473710942010-10-01T17:43:00.000-07:002010-12-27T11:26:10.873-08:00week thirty-nine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYVyPI9ZfyVwilEFi32Xh3c6Ylu1U_BLZGG2ZMirII8qphO0lyv-C-gWtLYuEXiv48cu5ay2t0l9yDFyllHaR_1j4THjn0Q3k4SF0kwpZ7BdxEcDMM6GlgM2nLWBfK6I8XEovfyGjNTk/s1600/WEEK+39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYVyPI9ZfyVwilEFi32Xh3c6Ylu1U_BLZGG2ZMirII8qphO0lyv-C-gWtLYuEXiv48cu5ay2t0l9yDFyllHaR_1j4THjn0Q3k4SF0kwpZ7BdxEcDMM6GlgM2nLWBfK6I8XEovfyGjNTk/s640/WEEK+39.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><i><span id="goog_10450408" style="font-size: large;"> </span><span id="goog_10450408" style="font-size: large;">my days are filled with a raging quiet i can't explain<br />
each second slams hard into the next <br />
and i am left short of breath... <br />
gasping, and hurting, and crying for air<br />
though no one knows. <br />
even the one who is supposed to know. <br />
my hands feel empty<br />
my heart feels empty<br />
my life is empty.<br />
i find nothing left to hold onto<br />
could i just hold onto you? <br />
would you notice if that's all i could do? <br />
could you bear the weight of these walls falling down around me? <br />
i don't want to be alone. </span></i>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-29244163876576124752010-10-01T10:12:00.000-07:002010-12-27T11:22:15.252-08:00Septemberat this point, i really have no words to describe september, as very apparent by the fact that i have no poems for the whole month (at time of this writing). it has been a month full of extreme highs and lows, stresses, let downs and loss. but im proud of myself for taking pictures through it all. i might not have the words, but at least i have the pictures...<br />
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1. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/4961403069/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | thirty-five</a>, 2. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/4978022024/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | thirty-six</a>, 3. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/4993616554/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | thirty-seven</a>, 4. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/5039419019/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | thirty-eight</a>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-46677142590719273582010-09-22T12:59:00.000-07:002010-12-27T11:16:50.762-08:00week thirty-eight<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQx8MM5LCAa37Jmvhu198KXkCqsZYmr4__WzNvPvkH1xr_Vxutdu3tuXWwWwC-bjTo7Kdiyr9At8Z6MX4zoPlsKypVwsSDWz5MwU0MfZPJM_ACH-lCEuplA1Bzx6BSLpWDL0FDs4iGpwU/s1600/WEEK+38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQx8MM5LCAa37Jmvhu198KXkCqsZYmr4__WzNvPvkH1xr_Vxutdu3tuXWwWwC-bjTo7Kdiyr9At8Z6MX4zoPlsKypVwsSDWz5MwU0MfZPJM_ACH-lCEuplA1Bzx6BSLpWDL0FDs4iGpwU/s640/WEEK+38.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">the time has come to walk away...</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I can feel these dreams of mine being ripped from my hands</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">the life I thought we were creating </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">has now been pulled out from underneath me. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">I feel loss. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">but there is no time to grieve</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"> for the moment has passed.</span></i><br />
<br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">again we are searching </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">yearning for the things we thought we'd found.</span></i><br />
<br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">is there a way to say goodbye without this pain? </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">is there another way to hide my tears? </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">for my breath is gone, </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">but not my fears. </span></i>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-55509570166735402072010-09-15T09:58:00.000-07:002010-12-27T11:16:00.964-08:00week thirty-seven<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcMor99i8biXF3V0ha8dqD4hZUqkZ0cIxC8Q9vMn5Z7lFhBR3oDpxouwg5SYrjOoFzYi_1MUO6Wpixc8QFMMqhARiuoeusMrCo4syXKvvEnTpzp3eCkshSZwfciJBWxzEQ7zRxPwbvBf0/s1600/WEEK+37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="403" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcMor99i8biXF3V0ha8dqD4hZUqkZ0cIxC8Q9vMn5Z7lFhBR3oDpxouwg5SYrjOoFzYi_1MUO6Wpixc8QFMMqhARiuoeusMrCo4syXKvvEnTpzp3eCkshSZwfciJBWxzEQ7zRxPwbvBf0/s640/WEEK+37.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><i><span style="font-size: large;"> at that moment<br />
the floor dropped<br />
falling...falling...falling...<br />
is my permanent state of existence.<br />
<br />
there goes the other me...<br />
somehow she's falling up.<br />
perhaps she will find the meaning in all of this<br />
perhaps there is no meaning.<br />
<br />
just action and reaction<br />
and me<br />
a girl in panic. </span></i>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-16664411028485804782010-09-10T14:46:00.000-07:002010-12-27T11:15:12.330-08:00week thirty-six<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLQJLfVkEhauwBq47XCjt8aRMXxDXOHuAPWSDkBp06opMQ-cGVOkvE23ebriVWw10uV2kDrXd_f2tTBi5bCzz2LG_EQU0Ck_wciYQC4EAiQzIU3Rgn9sK8H-pFlkQaxZT2kazUt67Yto/s1600/WEEK+36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLQJLfVkEhauwBq47XCjt8aRMXxDXOHuAPWSDkBp06opMQ-cGVOkvE23ebriVWw10uV2kDrXd_f2tTBi5bCzz2LG_EQU0Ck_wciYQC4EAiQzIU3Rgn9sK8H-pFlkQaxZT2kazUt67Yto/s640/WEEK+36.jpg" width="425" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>have I given all I can give? </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>will these words of mine be enough? </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>do my eyes pierce your soul </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>to that place no one can see? </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I wish I knew... </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I wish I could hold onto the things you feel</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>the things you find in your heart. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>is it wrong to need reassurance? </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>to need to know I can have an impact </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>on your life, your world, your days.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>is it wrong to crave your approval? </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>in spite of my questions I am pushing through...</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>this is a commitment I am keeping. </i></span>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-14494507136980275112010-09-02T15:59:00.000-07:002010-10-14T14:44:10.467-07:00week thirty-five<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDXcke-TfSszu9xIfA6MHKS9n35Nk8e-egn2HOeNvdHQ0E40rX8IMp-JvgxeSN9gWD1IQ_ZXbRWa3xbGy9OX8t4f27CHjVEC5xUXqrTw1iWIvQzv2y-EZFgNkd9lNB35M48fP_cxNpQjY/s1600/WEEK+35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDXcke-TfSszu9xIfA6MHKS9n35Nk8e-egn2HOeNvdHQ0E40rX8IMp-JvgxeSN9gWD1IQ_ZXbRWa3xbGy9OX8t4f27CHjVEC5xUXqrTw1iWIvQzv2y-EZFgNkd9lNB35M48fP_cxNpQjY/s400/WEEK+35.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">i feel the ground beneath me </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">tremble in anticipation</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">today the future feels bright</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">there is truth in knowing</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">there is nowhere to go but up</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">up from here </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">looks like the shimmer </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">of a dream i used to know</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">that has called out to me.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">i am eager to be reacquainted. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">i know there will be mis-steps and stumbles </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">along the way</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">but i see the road</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">i embrace this journey</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">i keep looking up. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-56272962453272389322010-09-01T15:40:00.000-07:002010-09-02T15:48:44.038-07:00AugustThis month was full of fresh fruit, amazing surprises, discoveries and lots of caffeine. I turned 24 in August, got to see my brother for the first time in 3 years, and made the decision to pursue photography as a career. It was a hot, busy month, but an important part of the journey. I am so glad im documenting it through this project. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJloRrSrhruWvUZsc0ukSZ7LTMaovitTMJbPjkH-lGvBUke6trBF1ULiI9fi0WfWWhFquZEsxLzS8Uw2K3reXDEWphn4PKUkLYCuPtTr3LnTDq0HYjdiIoK5JO4jbvGxsf37Mlg7_sZXw/s1600/AUGUST.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="100" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJloRrSrhruWvUZsc0ukSZ7LTMaovitTMJbPjkH-lGvBUke6trBF1ULiI9fi0WfWWhFquZEsxLzS8Uw2K3reXDEWphn4PKUkLYCuPtTr3LnTDq0HYjdiIoK5JO4jbvGxsf37Mlg7_sZXw/s400/AUGUST.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>1. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/4863681635/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | thirty-one</a>, 2. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/4891442644/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | thirty-two</a>, 3. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/4927209664/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | thirty-three</a>, 4. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25478926@N02/4927210904/in/set-72157622979218771/">week | thirty-four</a>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-82571567607448182562010-08-25T11:17:00.000-07:002010-10-08T16:27:29.492-07:00week thirty-four<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiaIyyjPBJwkVJqRNZzDFxSAmvArVBqbdvFB3bL3rHtNROlTHj5vX-R6sBLr9C_0S0-rrmPQSFidPKPgVh83ItjY1XEUVH9qjRjpGz8IF8ToAao2i2pyPa4qS62M6gXtoLsYjbNjE8t2g/s1600/WEEK+34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiaIyyjPBJwkVJqRNZzDFxSAmvArVBqbdvFB3bL3rHtNROlTHj5vX-R6sBLr9C_0S0-rrmPQSFidPKPgVh83ItjY1XEUVH9qjRjpGz8IF8ToAao2i2pyPa4qS62M6gXtoLsYjbNjE8t2g/s400/WEEK+34.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><i><span style="font-size: large;">there is a part of me i know is safe with you<br />
the part of me that is desperate to hold on to my childhood innocence<br />
the childhood we shared. <br />
you are now my protector, little brother. <br />
the miles do not matter<br />
the years between us do not matter<br />
all that matters is right now <br />
and the gift i have been given....<br />
being your sister. </span></i>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6474948861213987692.post-74823348458286208872010-08-21T11:11:00.000-07:002010-10-08T15:31:39.379-07:00week thirty-three<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4w2FNb1pQD4F69EZlkdEoX03IQF8WemGLKYgw2GmXGqrWKAgYVOiRc2LGXEUNMzF1nfGHqKPWKLFXdM8Oh_BeSAfNbQ1esho_FR4FkyxjTsrt3j1nJh51s3-EPCZnac0_l6MIGmNW888/s1600/WEEK+33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4w2FNb1pQD4F69EZlkdEoX03IQF8WemGLKYgw2GmXGqrWKAgYVOiRc2LGXEUNMzF1nfGHqKPWKLFXdM8Oh_BeSAfNbQ1esho_FR4FkyxjTsrt3j1nJh51s3-EPCZnac0_l6MIGmNW888/s400/WEEK+33.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><i><span style="font-size: large;"> i try hard to remember what your face looked like<br />
but it feels so far away. <br />
you used to glow, <br />
the air around you used to glisten, <br />
and there was life in your smile. <br />
i miss your smile now...your real smile<br />
and your full-belly laughter. <br />
i miss the way you made people feel </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;">and how much you cared. <br />
i miss the ease with which you lived. <br />
i try so hard to remember what you were like <br />
and how you used to be,<br />
to remember the reasons for your joy. <br />
it all feels so very far away...<br />
you feel so very far away...<br />
come back, Shaina, come back.<br />
i miss you. </span></i>Shaina Longstreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957553374737418514noreply@blogger.com0