September 29th, 2011
Zoom Driving back to my parent’s farm is always a test on my ability to see. Not sight, more the art of seeing. A person can walk or drive the same route everyday for 10 years but never notice a pine tree in the midst of a forest of maples. Never notice a sunset cresting over a hill, until she takes the time to notice it.  I am practicing the art of observation, there lies more inspiration than any blog on the internet. 

Driving back to my parent’s farm is always a test on my ability to see. Not sight, more the art of seeing. A person can walk or drive the same route everyday for 10 years but never notice a pine tree in the midst of a forest of maples. Never notice a sunset cresting over a hill, until she takes the time to notice it. 

I am practicing the art of observation, there lies more inspiration than any blog on the internet. 

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August 27th, 2010

Sometimes there are just way to many nipples on my dash for polite company. I could never for instance open my dashboard with my mother around. Just an observation. I know why, it’s because I follow men who appreciate the beauty of the female nude body. And never will I open my dash around my younger cousins, it just gets dangerous.

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