On beauty

“Beauty has no obvious use; nor is there any clear cultural necessity for it. yet civilization could not do without it.” – Sigmund Freud

I’m currently writing from a lovely apartment in Brooklyn. Staying with Sarah these days and keeping myself somewhat busy with long walks, picture-taking, filming, reading, writing . . . NYC has been surprisingly lovely up to this point, and I feel that  it will take me a while to work up the courage enough to leave this place.



Sometimes, I’m terrified to discover what I could come up with if I was left alone long enough.


“Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of great distress.” – Milan Kundera

The snow’s melting now and I’m going a bit mad because I left all my work to be done until now. . .

And now, the mountains are calling


“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.” – John Muir

I found this photo the other afternoon.

It was taken at sunrise on a bus en route to Rishikesh this past summer. It’s my idea of beauty.

The semester is officially over for me now and it is time to listen to the call and head to the mountains.

This afternoon boy and I are heading to Asheville.

Crazy, stupid colors

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Amirah in Oz asked me to think of the best places I lived in//visited in NZ and it brought back a flood of good memories. That, and a good conversation on bleachers about how NZ is the greatest place on earth, has had me thinking a good deal about NZ again.

I went through old photos and found these.

Gorgeous, crazy, stupid colorful NZ. I love that place and the life I lived there. Funny to think how different I feel now. I’m stable. Content being here and most of all passionate about things beyond just places alone. It is so easy in a place like NZ to feel constantly and unbelievably excited//inspired by your surroundings, but I’m finding that is possible in most any place. Yes, even here. Even in Carrboro.

It is fun to revisit this place through pictures and words and even more to realize that beauty exists like this. A type of beauty that is uncomfortable//distracting. A place that glows with so much color its frightening.

[Photos: The impossible beauty of the Milford sounds, NZ//Grace Farson]

Beauty everywhere







“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.” – e. e. cummings

Happy Monday.

Find someone to believe in you.

Find something beautiful to celebrate.

These photos are my inspiration//the things that are pulling me through the next few days.

[Photos: Found in Nepal//Grace Farson]