i saw the cutest old man

driving next to me today.

he was wrinkled.

he was wise.

he wore a fedora with a thick ribbon on it.

and a mustard cardigan.

he drove an old, light blue chevy wagon of some sort.

i wish i had my camera.

i wish i could have followed him home.

or jumped in his car.

i wonder if he would have let me adopt him.

visit him everyday.

listening to his stories.

taking his photograph.

i wonder if he is lonely, if he has children, grandchildren, or great-grandchildren.

i can just imagine his life in my head. timeless like movie. full of love + life + hardship.

i think i fell in love.

he was adorable.

i think i will miss rexburg when i'm gone.

[photos via flicker]

check out these links to see other things old that i fell in love with.
days with my father.
jazz lawn party, NYC.

monday

my diana came.
made me very happy.

there were pretty pink clouds.

and then there was lightning.

what a scrumptious day.

portrait class

we went on location with some art college hired models. mine was garrett. we had fun. we discovered a dead racoon + beat up cars + and tried to run away from my instructor.

my day

read about my wishes and dreams of turning ::21again::

i can't possibly come to terms with turning 22 -- uggghhhhh
it just sounds to old

sorry i am always linking you to THE OTHER blog
but venting about my personal life doesn't seem right on my profession's blog

should i start another blog?
about my discoveries of art, music, cures, and complaints

perhaps

maybe

3 blogs and 17 credits sounds really time consuming
i would rather be blogging anyway

maybe one of my graduation gifts to myself will be to author yet another blog.
a personal one.

sad news

its not the most tragic news.

but.

it was sad to me.

read it here.