Blameless

Flowers and babies, that's what I thought of when I considered the word, "inculpable." Oh, and of course, Jesus (but he's hard to take pictures of).

I thought of flowers because they're lovely. Their sin is making things smell nice and captivating us aesthetically. Aside from existing in a fallen world, they perpetuate goodness and beauty. These stopped me on my run this morning and asked me to revel in their magnificence.


I'm serious, they did, it was as if I could hear them.

Babies, because they have nothing to be blamed for yet. They've just sought nurturance inside a safe place. They have stayed cozy, warm and fed as they've grown.

This is Alex, with a little one, already loved and almost ready to greet the world. I think Alex will mother thoughtfully, fully and grandly. I think this picture demonstrates something that maybe only a pregnant mother can. She is not only literally pregnant with a child but figuratively pregnant with expectancy, hope, life, love and innocence...FULL of all these things. I think that's why pregnant women "glow."



The day will come when "inculpable" won't be a word used to describe this babe. But for now "she" (for some reason I feel convinced it's a girl, which either means my intuition rocks or I'm crazy for being so certain of something so unfounded) is without guilt. But the wonderful thing is, that even when she is found guilty of some sort of wrong, she will be fully loved. And if it's a boy, he will too.

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Location:The airport, where I saw a couple exit their gate holding two babies from Africa with the whole family waiting to welcome their new members. I love airports!

"Uh-uh, not guilty."

Weirdly, when I saw Julia's word pick I immediately pictured the Hungarian woman from Chicago. 

I took this picture at Joann's fabric store, the most prominent reason being that I feel less guilty about spending money on clothes if I am going to make them than when I buy them. I love clothes but they can get pretty expensive and justifying a new dress or skirt is difficult, but if I spend money on fabric then not only am I getting a new item of clothing but I also am improving my skills in the craft of sewing. 

Theoretically. 

Realistically, I spend as much (if not more) on fabric, zippers, buttons, etc., that it probably loses all value. Which led me to my next reason: the reason many stores are able to sell their clothes so cheaply is that they are made in other countries by children or adults who are grossly underpaid and, in many cases, endangered in the work place, this fact is nothing new. Sadly, that fact doesn't really stop me from shopping at said stores (although I wish I had the means/will power to do so) but each time I make a new article of clothing I am, at least in that moment, not contributing to the mistreatment of people in sweatshops both here and overseas. Maybe someday I'll be able to fully clothe myself and thus be inculpable from perpetuating the system. Or, make enough money to only shop at stores who don't use sweatshops. 

Inculpable

Inculpable.

According to Merriam Webster: free from guilt; blameless.


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Crazy Love

This one was hard for me, I haven't been able to photograph "crazed" well at all. I've seen some crazy things, for sure but it's been difficult to document. But things changed when the Van Morrison song, "Crazy Love" kept getting stuck in my head while I kept thinking about this idea of "crazed" and the many ways it's demonstrated in people. I kept seeing people in love, everywhere. And the benefit is that since lovers are so into each other, they oftentimes don't even notice that I'm snapping pictures of their public adulation for one another. Love, love, love, love, crazy love.






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Location:Where lovers lie

c-c-c-crazed

Habla Espanol? Ya, me neither. And yet, I am in this class. This weekend is all about reviewing all the Spanish I thought I had learned last year. It's been a year. And we're reading short stories. En sobre mi cabeza. Estoy loca, no?


School is not out for the summer.

Flabbergasted seems dramatic

Herrington girls aren't known for their subtlety. I may resent being labeled "dramatic" but I have to admit that I'm very reactionary. I respond with vivacity and excitement...and it's rarely quiet. I wouldn't claim to be truly flabbergasted here but, I was surprised (and since Rachel so kindly defined the word for us a few months back, I'm certain I've managed to photograph something that is at least close to "flabbergasting"). It's not often you walk around in a large city and are confronted by roaming and free chickens, that's surprising.


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Let's give it another shot! Now that Rachel has an ETSY account, (she's like a real photographer) and I have regular Internet access...we can do this! Jen and Jessica won't, of course. But...Annie is loyal, Rachel's a bona fide blogger

And I'm just happy to participate! So I'm picking up where I left off...familiar. Falling is familiar to me. I have a propensity for disaster....here is the newest battle scar.





Let it be known, I ate dirt (literally, proper use of the word too) 6 minutes into my run and continued on because what's the point of a run that short? This is what I looked like afterward, B.A. I know ;).