maura margaret

This morning I made myself breakfast and tried to figure out if I like being alone. I made a pesto, mozzarella, and salami on toast sandwich, a fried egg, and strawberries just on the cusp of coming in season and wondered if I was going to make it. For my sandwich, I would have liked to have different types of meats and different cheeses. I would have killed for some sopressata and prosciutto, and maybe add some provolone and Gouda, oh that would have been divine. If it was spring or summer, I would have gone out to my garden and get some fresh basil, and if it were even later in the summer, I would have added a thin slice of tomato. Am I someone who needs companionship? Will I do okay alone next year, when I've never really been alone?  I over salted the egg, but the strawberries were to die for and I thought about how far I'd be from all the people I love. A quiet morning eating and listening to Vance Joy's new album is the perfect setting to be filled with existe...

UPDATED ON 2.24.2018 There used to be some strange writing here. But the anger is gone now. So now all I want to say is here are some of maybe the greatest and definitely some of the worst people I have ever known the last time we were all happy together. But not really. I guess high school's just like that.   

Sleep On The Floor//The Lumineers Blue Skies//Noah And The Whale Sons & Daughters//The Decemberists Classy Girls//The Lumineers Higher Love//James Vincent McMorrow Malibu//Miley Cyrus Sounds Like Hallelujah//The Head And The Heart Wagon Wheel//Old Crow Medicine Show

I went to the farmer's market today for the first time this summer. It felt weird to be back there taking pictures like I used to. This whole blogging thing feels weird, but a good weird like, deja-vu weird. I'm remembering things I thought I had forgotten about a long time ago. Some of the bloggers I loved are still here, most of them aren't. The ones who are still here have different styles now, different ways of telling their stories.  I'm different too, my photography is different. Before, I never took photos of people. I took photos of plants, flowers, trees, food, animals. Basically anything but people. Now it feels like I’m only interested in people. I take photos of other things, but all my favorites photos are photos of people. I like people. I like talking to them, hearing their stories. I like people watching on the street. I like my friends probably too much. I can’t stand being away from my family for more than a few days. When I used to blog, I d...