I have always felt most at ease—and by consequence, most like myself—whenever I’m alone. Whether it’s out climbing trees, or in my bed surrounded by cushions and towering stacks of books… Even as a child, I gravitated towards those places most associated with stillness, solitude, and silence. I know introverts can relate—though I don’t know how many of you have been called out for straight up hiding. In an overcrowded world, I often find myself avoiding human contact rather than seeking it out. I won’t get into the many reasons why in this particular post, but I’m posting to remind myself that I started this account in the hopes of hiding a little bit less from you all... 🙈
Well, I haven’t exactly done a spiffy job so far, have I? February and March have come and gone—and we’re already well into April. As usual, I’ve been completely derailed by “top secret” (mostly useless) side projects, and seem to have gotten myself stuck in an endless loop of planning (as in sorting through all the photos) rather than posting on any sort of regular basis. 🙊 But, I digress… One must, after all, in this day and age of clickbait and seconds-long attention spans. So instead of apologies and excuses, I offer a few small tokens for the altar of your eyes in the form of mostly nonsense* :
I’d like to clarify that the first two photographs aren’t actually nonsense, but dear to me… They were taken by a multi-talented photographer whose path I was fortunate enough to cross because she was moving to Paris around the same time I was returning stateside. Our overlap in France was brief, but left a mark—and during an excursion to the countryside, Augusta Sagnelli snuck those photos while I was blissfully unaware. Yet I think that’s precisely why they rank so high among my favorite portraits ever taken of me: She managed to capture the most elusive—but at ease—Ceci of them all. 🙉📸🤍
