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Tag : Arizona Lifestyle Photography

18 Feb 2020
15 Feb 2020

Joyride

It’s not a light leak…just what I saw after a couple of cucumber Serrano margaritas at Joyride Taco. Fuji Superia 200 I was having resolution frustrations with my previous film shares, so now I’m scanning them myself. *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is an INFP *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *is a […]

31 Jan 2020

INFP

https://www.verywellmind.com/infp-a-profile-of-the-idealist-personality-type-2795987 https://introvertdear.com/news/10-type-secrets-of-the-infp/ https://qr.ae/TzMkYB   About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *Cannot read map *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. […]

23 Jan 2020

Tamale making

On a recent trip to Snowflake, AZ, we had many amazing experiences–one of which was learning the art of tamale making. We made green masa ones filled with chile and cheese, and red masa ones filled with chile, cheese and potato. Delicious! I’m still feeling inspired from this trip and these amazing folks who have made such a beautiful existence living off the grid.  And I can’t wait to use the blue corn tortillas gifted to me and filling my […]

16 Jan 2020

The evolution of the soul…

Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds *is a third born unicorn *cannot read maps *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.  

11 Jan 2020

Locks are hell

Good riddance Nerves in the wind Frightened ambivalence Decades of falling into the abyss Though no fault of my own… Now the hard climb out It nearly breaks The soul Tbe heart But with each breath With each step I Feel The keys may not be heaven But the locks are Hell.    

10 Jan 2020

58 or 9 to 6

Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *Cannot read maps *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these strange days she will […]

09 Jan 2020

The quiet ones…

the quiet ones… they often have just as much to say. their loud is just done a different way… About the artist:   Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *Cannot read maps *is a rebel without a clue *cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth *cannot […]

07 Jan 2020

Inevitable decay inevitable flourishing

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters. *wishes she were the moon tonight. *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.

04 Jan 2020

And the flowers are falling…

About the artist: Natalie *can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects. *mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women *blows kisses to the clouds. *wishes she was the moon tonight *is a third born unicorn *cannot petition the sun for flare *wears metaphorical pants and monsters * Holds her storybooks of Pain like picked roses soaked in the midnight rain *one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of […]