Back when Taylor Swift frequented MySpace, she would upload these extensive photo diaries. They'd be pictures of her playing guitar on tour or unfiltered semi-blurry shots of passing landscapes (like this one photo of a tiny baby tree floating in a riverbank with the caption stating she was worried the little tree felt lonely floating all alone. I feel like this speaks volumes to who Taylor Swift is as a human.)
I didn't do anything extraordinary this weekend. No road trip or any big back to back parties or late nights. Instead, it was a quiet weekend and I found myself enjoying the lazy haze of not having much to do but being okay with just hanging around. Isn't that odd, though? How we're constantly inundated with things to do and places to go and plans to make that you don't realize how entirely burnt out you are until you sit down and breathe? Is that just me?
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Never mind, moving on. So I found myself scrolling through my camera roll and couldn't help but think about how much I loved those photo diaries. The grainy black and white filtered photos of a trip Swift and her band went on at the end of the Speak Now Tour or how each photo diary was accompanied by a witty caption or random observation. The kind that made me want to be more witty and more observant and generally more aware of how life goes on.
Here's my late late photo diary from this summer. If you would like to visit Taylor Swift's old MySpace page there are some gems waiting to be discovered. Like a catchy limerick she wrote to a high school friend or the iconic comment under a friends photo stating: "...haha fuck sewing machines."
Summer sun about to disappear in New York.
Nashville roommate road trips = exploring quaintly decorated shops.
New York City architecture is really twisty and very unlike Florida.
Colorado mountains + bevy of fluffy clouds = a sight to behold and cherish forever.
Quote from a book I saw at a bookstore I made my family stop at because they had cute window decorations. Polaroids have my heart. And lipstick. And bad photos of quotes from beautiful bookstores.
Thanks for photo diary-ing it up with me on this fine Monday. Best of wishes for the rest of the week. Capture what matters to you!
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