A lover's a liar,

To himself he lies.

The truthful are loveless,

Like oysters their eyes!

A little blurb from my reading. 

This week has been a blur, I have inspiration for everything except blogging.

Dearest Spring Break, 

I have only just survived a year without you. Let's become reacquainted. 

Last year we saw the Chicago sights, this year I propose we relax in a house by a lake. A little boating, a little fishing, a little swimming. A lot of reading and a lot of sun.

I'll put my phone and computer away if you promise fair weather. 

Well now, I'm just about packed. 

Shall we go then?

In the bookbag:

Cat's Cradle, by Kurt Vonnegut

Ishmael, by David Quinn

And Pride and Prejudice. 

Desk Portrait

A desk can be as much a self portrait as a painting. 

  Spring has returned.  

The Earth is like a child that knows poems.  

-Rainer Maria Rilke

These daffodils were growing in a nearby and obliging field. They were too pretty to leave alone. Spring and break are almost upon us, it is time to transfer the dust from the floppy sun hat to the textbooks.

My beautiful sister modeled for the latest photography assignment. 

I don't know what I would do without her.

Hindsight

    “Kate, there are three different kinds of attractive girls. There are hot girls. There are cute girls. And there are just beautiful girls. You are a beautiful girl.”

Three years ago, when this was said to me, I actually took offense. Back then, I thought that when someone called me beautiful it was because I was too fat to be called hot or sexy. Beautiful was the cop-out word people used when they were thinking something else, when they were skating over the reality.

Back then, I didn't know anything about value. Or truth. 

It’s amazing how much we can change in three years. I am so thankful.