Painted Wings

So every year the butterflies come to congregate in Grover Beach, just a little drive from my stomping grounds. Every year there are a few less, so I finally took my camera to capture this fluttering phenomenon before they are gone for good. There is so much metaphor in these pretty creatures: transformation, beauty, mortality, the illusion of uniqueness... its like looking at a well written poem.

This little one is so powerful by himself perched on a lone branch.

Heart is Where the Home is

Since I've been sort of a transient wanderer, I've had a really hard time defining what "home" is. I call certain places home when I travel to them - for example wherever Toph is, if I'm driving toward him I say "I'm going home". My parent's house is sometimes home, Chris's parent's house is often home, and the city of Sacramento will always be home.

So here are a few photos from the past few months that make me feel at home. Though they might not be permanent, its where my heart is.

Dreaming of Sacramento

I've been reminiscing about my long lost home. I ran across some pictures I snapped when I was scouting locations for a portrait shoot. I traipsed up to the upper floor of a hotel (that I don't remember at the moment) feeling like I was trespassing, and stumbled upon this view. 

I rediscovered them and gave them a little makeover that reflects how my head remembers these old stomping grounds - shiny, soft, and slightly surrealistic. 

 I'm always surprised at how many awesome churches are hiding in downtown Sacramento. I never explored them fully, but I guess thats an adventure for another time....

 I love that the building in the back fades into the blue of the sky... downtown looks so peaceful from up high :)

I'll be digging up and revamping more pictures to share with you guys, I'm trying to supplement the sad state of my website!! Don't go look at it yet! I'll post when its up :)