My New Tat

I have Karleigh Perez to thank for this.

Ball point pen on skin. 5th Period U.S. History. Our alternative to taking notes.

[I thought the "shnaps!" was a nice touch...I'm not gonna lie..]

My website

…is THIS close to being done….

“Ya, I have a twin, but we don’t look alike”

So this morning I had to cancel a photoshoot because my camera stopped working. The shutter got stuck and I thought I was going to have to send it in for some much needed matinence (also the weather was crap.) But! Thanks to google I discoverd that by rubbing an earaser on the lens’s sensor and taking the bettery out for 5 mintues the problem was solved (thank god.) So….feeling inspired and not knowing who to shoot since I had the client rescedual for next week..I dragged my twin sister Marilyn down the street for a mini shoot. After a few shots we switched places and she took some photos of me!

It’s Ours

“But to think,

Oh,
Just to think
From day to day,
Hour to hour,
Minute to minute
And every second in between

Is your greatest triumph,
And your greatest feat.

And it is thoughts like these,
of course,

That make all the difference,
That set you apart;
That mean everything.”

-promise newell

Life Father – Like Daughter

Interestingly enough, that’s the exact same film camera I use today.

Roadtrip- The Newell Version

Believe it or not, we’ve actually piled one more in that car,  (but Promise had to stay home this time since she had to go to work).Though, Marilyn would normally be chillin in the trunk, next to all of our luggage. Don’t ask me how it was possible. We are the Newells. We are invincible.

That would be me, smooshed on the bottom. Surprisingly is  was pretty comfortable.

“Where are you from?” – an English assignment

Sort of makes me cringe on account of the fact that I am NOT a writer. But what the heck. This might not be up long.

I am from the dust, created with a simple breath

I am from the look in my father’s eyes and the notion in my mother’s mind

Sunday afternoons spent sleeping on the porch swing,

Saturday mornings running a stick across the white picket fence

I am from the main street and the lake, a cold green jumping from the dock

The summers spent in miniature towns on giant bread shaped rocks

Magnetic forts and crowns, oh and when that girl asked us if we had salt

I am from home made blow pops that didn’t turn out and the time I cried because I broke her favorite dish

And my ear pressed against the cup to the door, listening to hushed words

I am from untold secrets and pinky promises

Kindergarten kisses, itchy turtle necks, friendship clubs

Doing, “what you’re told, when you’re told with the right attitude”

I am from humid summers and not so cold winters

Long road trips with us kids squirming in the back

One a.m. trips to 7/11 even though you couldn’t drive

Nachos every Christmas Eve and the day I realized the candy jawbreakers were just to keep us quiet.

I am from the days when yes meant yes and no meant no

The time they told me they would see me later but never did and the fact that I was okay with that

Cat Stevens in the park

Staying out until dark

Taking your picture even when you didn’t want me to, and the smile you still gave me

I am from friends that let you down but best friends that never forget

Out dated Polaroid film and long bike rides around town

Wayne’s World at midnight, chocolate hay stacks that we ate until we were sick

I am from the time when it was okay to cry and when second guessing yourself was a part of life

I am from mistakes made and lessons learned and the time I said my name over and over until it didn’t sound like my name anymore

I am from when it stopped being theory and turned into real life, because theory was a lot easier.

Trusting Soul

this is a  picture of the future & you’ll notice that there’s a lot of blank space because people haven’t make up their minds about it & the future doesn’t have a lot of time for that kind of indecisiveness.

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Summer Lee

[you're probably wondering why home girl can never manage to properly focus her film shots. Well, aside from the fact that I'm shooting with a f1.8 55mm which is hard to focus manually anyways, my camera is ancient and the viewfinder is a disaster! So mix that together with an astigmatism  and you've got perfectly blurred film photos. Anyways..]

This was a LONG time coming, and after she recently cut her hair yet again, I couldn’t resist any longer!

Andrea Lee:

(she is so petite! We were pinning clothes left and right, needless to say Promise’s size 7 shoes didn’t quite fit! She was such a sport)

New Book

Coming soon…

ya’lls don’t even know…