Thursday, September 10, 2015


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Lately I've been feeling short on words. I have all sorts of projects and ideas, but they seem to be caught up in pictures, indecipherable by text. Maybe it's just that I'm tired - fulfilled but exhausted by all the work that I've just released into the world, wondering what the world will echo back to me in turn.

 Or maybe it's that the particular moment I'm in is visual: captivated by the explosion of lush color in my front yard, the tea-green glow of silk in a tub of warm water, the black lattice of coffee grounds in the bottom of my cup. In a moment when everything is changing and new all at once, sometimes the best you can do is sit back and marvel as the world sheds its skin.

In the coming months, there's promise of travel and projects and a house full of friends and loved ones. I'll find the darkness out my window sets in faster and faster each day, and I'll become more grateful for street lamps and soup and my little rat friends snuggled up in my sweater. But for now, I'm still in the leap: eyes wide open, feet in the air, hand outstretched towards the next open door.



Alina said...

Such beautiful color post!

Hannah said...

Beautiful words and photos Corey :)

Mimi said...

Cute doors!!Where is it? Love them^^

Cory Ellen Boberg said...

Thank you, friends. <3 @Mimi, these are prints by a Seattle photographer named Arturo Torres - he photographs doors all around the world, but I think most of these are in Mexico!