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of late, i feel as if i live my life in between two worlds.

virginia, where my husband and children and business are.

and pennsylvania, where i grew up, where my mom still lives in the same house,

where i have been traveling to regularly for the past two months to help my mom clear some things out of the house.

i left that house at 17 for college, and honestly haven’t either looked back or been back much since.

{suppose i should mention that i’m 41 or else that doesn’t seem like much}

so it is now, on 95 northbound and 95 southbound, that i volley in between my past and my present.

i assume there is a safe merger somewhere in maryland, but as of yet, i haven’t located it.

there is “me” wherever i look, but not any of it feels just right of late.  this is bound to happen i suppose as i unearth long since forgotten parts of me.

i could write more, but i won’t.  some things should remain where they are, in the past.

some things are meant to remain private.

if i remained silent though on everything going through my head, my blog would never be updated.

so while i try to balance all the pieces of me and all the demands of people needing me, i continue to do what i do.

take pictures.

and i will continue to share them.

for that is one thing i am sure of.

and truly, one thing that has been a constant my whole life, wherever i may be.

these images i took at St. Peter’s Village in Chester County, Pennsylvania.

this quarry carries memories of hot days, skipping school (sorry mom), my friends and i, my boyfriend, and carefree having fun.

yep, some would jump off there into the water (i never did mom, i swear).

this visit, i found a little purple house on the main street.  i fell in love.  so quaint.

the side door.  can i just move in now?

the walkway.

the petals, like scattered wishes upon the ground.

and here is French Creek, which runs adjacent to St. Peter’s.

great location for a celebration.

or just to spend some time alone.

roll the dice.  heads or tails.  aces lucky.

i also took these images at St. Peter’s, but when post-processing, they spoke to me more as black-and-whites.

stark contrasts.  metals, materials, details, and age.

these film images i took at Hopewell Furnace National Park.

and if you’ve made it this far, please enjoy this.

my new favorite singer.  brandi carlile.  a seattle girl.

good stuff.

until we meet again,

xo

A