editing day. #photographer #artistlife
don’t mess with me while i’m holding my film 🎞 📷: @carolynestes12
la hora del arco iris.
Soaking up the sun has been on my mind lately.
Not just the sun, but the light from other people. My light seems easier to spread, too. Springtime is lighter for all little beings here. The morning has more promise, I hear the birds chirp as if they, just woke up, too. The growth through winter takes time to settle, just like these words.
I’m thinkinf about the way the Earth softens this time of year to support our re-entry. The world opens its pores ans helps to fill the places that had been neglected. 📷: @mackenziehilton_ #longlivefilm
we’re falling into our own world of wonder
i feel a change that i now can look out the window of my first bedroom and feel like an outsider. i know that where i reside today, is a place that i have nurtured for myself, a place, for the ever-changing me.
even odd is spelled with three letters.
we cherish the moments we know we won’t get back... but isn’t that every single one?
when i travel i seem to take more consideration in the way i greet the day than when i have my routine weeks that fly by.
i guess i am reminding myself that i can choose to wake up and meet each moment, each day!
reminder: remember the size of your scope that you view from and that you believe in.
dancing in the daisies is what we do best.
well this girl is going to have two of her photos hung in a gallery! from morocco and rome. -
i’m new to this.
opening reception, this tuesday (tomorrow) 5-7pm. kinsey gallery.
hi, i’m back. :)
today with sierra. -
i took a break from client work for 8 months. this had to due with university classes, work, and studying abroad. the last winter season i felt truly detached from my work both mentally and physically and i wrestled with how i want to capture the world. that has not necessarily gone away or ever will, but, slowly i am starting to see the manifestation of the work i have put in behind the lens, (myself) into my work. -
today marks a new beginning.
i can’t take all the credit, because this image started all from sierra’s idea.
this looks linear because it is man-made. i’m not quite sure nature works this way.
somethings just make sense, when upside down. 📷 @mackenziehilton_ #longlivefilm
grandparents with me.
landscape like a long time ago.
or is it?
i’ve been avoiding feeling.
my feelings are screaming now.
🌊 islas canarias.
what i’m working on today (motion)
i wake up at field trip, when psychical and conceptual levels collide.
a whole plant ton of happiness. 🌱
plants, welcome to your home, next to the postcards. i believe this is the start of a new season.
buon compleanno to my brother in 🇮🇹. you can now legally drink when you come to visit the 🇺🇸!!! 😉 mi manchi tu. #piscesseason
when @sarah_traw moves, i call Nelly! 🌱
i am having such a hard time sharing my experiences of the last three months.
i keep sitting down, getting ready for something to hit, to help the words and the images that have been trying to find their home together, come, HOME.
my favorite days were the ones where my camera was not on me.
my favorite trips were the ones that shook me out of my skin, that were both emotionally and physically draining.
my favorite moments were the ones that reminded me that i’m still learning.
my favorite encounters were the ones where it seemed like they lasted forever and no time at all.
my favorite parts of studying abroad continue to change for different reasons.
the people i met are the ones who showed me a piece of what i call home.
i would sometimes look down at my feet and ask myself, “now how the hell did you end up here, hallie?” and for the rest of that time i would remember that change, and time, is felt in transit.
i look at myself in the mirror and ask, “who do i want to be?” and “what can advocate for?” “in what ways can my words and art build and help raise?” i guess i can’t say that nothing has come to me.
i do believe the art i create will start showing itself in new ways.
i am constantly seeking it, and i practice every day.
i am taking an oath to myself to be more intentional. with time, people, words, images, my well-being, and the way i hold myself in this world.
this tells me that i’m still not ready to continue to share here and i’m going to honor that feeling; those memories, the people i met, the experiences that made me think more critically, and, ultimately,
i’m going to honor,
history & fascination. two words i never thought i would place together until i got to experience it in front of my eyes. (the stuff in the textbooks are real!)
curiosity. enlightenment. intimidation. confusion. mistakes. healing. revitalization. baby moons. pink clouds. writing. solitude. crying. laughing. smiles. swims. camping. hiking. yoga. photography. visions. my chosen family. learning film. road trips. meditation. national parks. baking. flights. field trip. senior portraits. study abroad. trains. bus rides. spanish. spain. italy. greece. hungary. morocco. the sunrise in the sahara desert. homes around the world. learning. growing. understanding.
we almost had pizza for breakfast.
the human experience;
is often forgotten more than
in late day, the sun creeps in,
through the sliver of our eyelids.
the time of day
little rainbows embrace each eyelash.
i asked if you have noticed this
and you replied,
I hadn’t posted on Instagram for almost 2 months now. I never had a goal nor was there anything I had to prove to myself.
I shared story updates but it just never felt right.
I didn’t say anything because I wanted to share the “right thing.” I realize now that there is not one thing to say.
I want to understand.
The two weeks I have been back from Europe, have seemed like I haven’t left for any time at all.
As silly as it may sound, when I hold my self accountable to share words attached to an image,
I start to unravel the leaves off my brain that
show me a meaning. Sharing gives me energy (in small doses.)
I start my re-entry (of understanding) today by listening to nostalgic music, viewing photos for hours, typing letters, welcoming the memories to the forefront of my brain, and I begin,