Model Mayhem

September 28, 2011

More modeling has been going on this week for Etsy!

My friend Elsbeth was my most recent volunteer, isn't she just lovely?

She is actually a fellow blogger as well, check out her blog here.

Still planning on having the shop open by the end of the month, make sure you check it out!

Image by Siobhan Watts

There is a wilderness inside of me.
This space is the documentation of my humble attempt at it's navigation.
Sometimes through words.
Sometimes through images.

'Here you are.'
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My spirit keeps breathing.
Here you are.
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—A Thing That Happens When You Learn To Let Go
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HEY PORTLAND!
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I am going to be at @homebodyportland doing a vintage pop-up with my @folkling finds this weekend!
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Come say hi! I’d love to meet you guys and just chat for a bit. But if you want to see some of the pieces I’ve curated from all over the country come for that too. 😉
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WHEN: Saturday + Sunday
10-5 each day
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WHERE: Homebody 2383 NW Thurman St, Portland, OR 97210
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xo

An unfiltered around-the-bend goodbye to this little town that absolutely stole my heart for a whole week straight.
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Until next year Pendleton.
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Let’er Buck.
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An almost full moon hangs low and sweeps the tall dry grasses with its light.
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The howl of the distant highway is the closest thing to a wolfs lonesome serenade here.
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The ribbon of blacktop that unrolls East disappeared on the horizon as soon as the moon awoke and I too am disappearing into the night. Swallowed by the attention of the unwarranted and unwanted.
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To be present despite such a lack of accountability for independent self is an ever waxing game.
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But my lids are heavy now and I can no longer stay up in anticipation for you.
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Last day of the Pendleton Round-Up!
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This week has been one hell of a wild whirlwind but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than documenting these amazing individuals who are full of heart and fire.
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Let ‘er Buck
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#cowboylifestyle
#pendletonroundup2019
#longlivecowboys
#pendeltonoregon
#leterbuck
#raisinghell
#bullfightersonly
#saddlebronc
#bullfighterssavelives
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◍ ◍ Behind the scenes ◍ ◍
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Let ‘er buck
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#pendletonroundup

Photographing and hangin out with cowboys and cowgirls all week at @pendletonroundup_hc!
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Gettin ready for things to get rowdy.
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These images are from a cattle drive and branding I had the pleasure of documenting over the summer.
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It’s without question that the modern day cowboys of the Wild West are some of the hardest working men I’ve ever met.
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It’s a way of life that holds a lot of hardness in it to be sure, but also an element of beauty in the continuous strength of these men who work long hours and ride long distances day after day. Romanticized by many, but only truly embodied and loved out by a select few.
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Talk about the definition of true grit.
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#leterbuck
#cowboylifestyle
#cowboyjournalism
#longlivecowboys

He crossed the entire country to see me.
From East Coast to West.
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Having my immediate family’s support in my various pursuits with my life on The Road means the world to me.
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It’d been over eight months since I’d seen my Dad, so getting to spend time with him for a few days last week was like a balm for my soul. I am not someone who is running away from the places I’m from or who never intends to return. My life on the go is fueled by other fires.
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There’s no doubt about it: Home is where my people are.
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Which has become one of the hardest aspects of my life. Having two loves that pull me in different directions—My affair with The Road and my adoration for my friends and family in Virginia. I wish I could have both at once but that’s not usually feasible.
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However, the rare times that they can intersect are the sweetest mile markers in the journey.
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(Also, yes, that’s a tandem bicycle.
Because when my Dad and I hang out we are the *coolest* people you’ll ever come across. Flasks and ramen noodles are also subject to being involved...)
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#daughterofasailor
#lifeontheroad

grass clippings are hitchhiking on the bottoms of my feet as i cross the lawn and i have the milky dew of the figs i just picked dripping down my fingers.
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the sun reaches my skin through the cotton shirt i’m wearing. because i’m moving, and because it’s early in the day, its rays aren’t yet powerful enough to make my skin dewy like that of the figs. but you can tell, even this early, that it’s only a matter of time before the heat will be labeled oppressive.
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the crate myrtle is in bloom and the river is shushing by as it always does. i have to pause for a moment to remember what day it is. “...Wednesday” i think to myself “it’s Wednesday...”
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the half moon brick steps lead me up into the house and i make a half hearted attempt to leave the grass clippings outside, though i am sure some end up trailing behind me on the well worn carpet.
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i select a knife from the chopping block in the kitchen and hesitate for a brief moment at its odd shape, only mildly considering that it’s probably not the right knife for this specific job.
no matter— it’s sharp.
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and now ribbed moss is imprinted onto the backs of my thighs as a sit with a plate in the center of my crossed legs
and i eat the slices of rose colored fruit off of my lap.
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Writing from August 2018
35mm film from August 2017
And I am here now, in August 2019, reminiscing about it all.

The shake-rattle-roll of the winding highway pulls me ever onward but the moments of stillness give me just as much life as the moments of motion.
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Perhaps because it is a balance.
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I feel very much split down the middle in that way.
The one part of me that craves variety and new places has a partner right next to it tugging at its shirt sleeve and asking it to sit down and rest for a while.
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Finding that balance has been the ongoing journey of my life it seems.
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Knowing when to stay.
Knowing when to go.
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I’m not sure I’m any better at it now than I was before I set out on this particular venture but I do think I’m developing a deeper connection to myself and knowing what I need when.
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And today it was a $2.50 PBR on draft (because I am and will always be an #RVA girl) and reading my book alone in the sun.
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What is your way of finding balance between stillness and motion?
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Sometimes there aren’t words for the things you feel.
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I woke up in a funk and have been trying to pull myself out of it all morning.
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My tendency when I’m like this is to retreat, hole up inside of myself and try to work it out. To share the good, not the bad, so as to refocus my mind on the positive and not meditate on the negative.
To be vulnerable about forward thinking things, and not stationary or past one’s.
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But something today told me to just be real about it and share it with you guys.
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Instagram is a highlight reel—we all know this. *insert eye roll here*
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But in that peeling-back-the-filter vein I just wanted to say hey, you know what, I’m having a funky day and it’s okay if you are too.
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I’m stressed about some things.
I’m letting my head get ahead of my circumstances and what needs to be taken care of now.
I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing sometimes.
I’m a little sleep deprived and I haven’t been exercising or eating all that great.
(Therein lies half of the problem for today’s mood I’m sure... Someone get me some kale...)
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I know it looks like I’m living a dreamy existence and to some extent I am. Because I choose to see it that way. But just like Alexander, I have terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad days too.
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Here’s an unfiltered blurry photo that-I-should-not-have-been-taking-while-driving from last week’s full moon at dawn over the Rogue River.
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