the living years.

the task was mailing my netflix movie. you would think this would be one of the easiest tasks in the world of nonsensical tasks. nope. not when you have to tip toe down my driveway, having to dodge the half eaten acorn nuts that have been dropped by the millions of squirrels that inhabit the woods surrounding my house. but i guess after 13 years of living on eleanor road i should be accustom to the never ending sharp pieces of tree that fall every single year. it’s all part of that little. not little. big. thing called change. to become different. hm. but it is the same every single year. or it has been. i can’t predict the future. sorry. for the 18 years and 11 months, to the day, that i have been apart of this universe, the seasons change. summer is warm and full of life and laughter. which slowly turns to autumn with it’s color and cool breezes. everything starts to die and cover itself in white as winter comes through. bringing us to spring, the season of rebirth and happiness melting away the depression of winter. back to the warmth of summer. and the cycle continues. and continues. so how can it truly be change. if it is bound to happen again and again and again. quite the oxymoron now isn’t it. when you think about it the seasons don’t truly change. they just recur.

this past weekend makes it even harder to be away from hallmark. to be away from the fun. the laughter. the art. the love.. to think its only been a year since i introduced myself to all these fabulous people. every single one of them has changed my life. being away from them kills me. seeing them brought me back to life. jersey welcomed us with open arms. beautiful weather and perfect light making each day we were there incredible. nothing has changed in these friendships. we are all still the same insanely entertaining hallmarkers as we were when we lived in franklin county. it was even more difficult to leave this time around. it’s even worse being back in connecticut, and having the closest hallmarker be an hour&half away from me. but life is hard. so they say. but when we are all together it seems so easy. esposito said something while we were walking along the shore that hit home.. he hadn’t thought about ‘the real world’.. just the personal photographs he kept snapping and how he was surrounded by incredible people he loved. it is the truth. while walking along those rocks and gazing into the blue skies filled with fluffy white clouds, i wasn’t thinking about how i was gonig to pay my loan off, what my next job was going to be, or even what time it was… nope. i was thinking about the composition of a photograph i was about to take, or who was going to come visit that evening, or how happy i was. happiness. that’s what the weekend was filled with. i didn’t want to leave. i want to be back. anywhere. in alaska for all i care, i just want to be with my hallmarkers. my friends. my family.

this is keri. shes quite the beauty. she was my first legitamit senior portrait session with my business of lindsay cocco photography .. how exciting. i worked on about thirty different photographs of keri and a few including her boyfriend alex. who is also a ver cool cat. the two of them compliment each other very nicely. you can tell they know each other inside and out. this session showed me how much photos truly mean to people. keri’s mother is one of the sweetest and most generous persons i’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. she offered me something to drink, eat, snack on, anything! when i came for consultations. very very nice lady. and she loves her daughter, and wanted to be able to show people how beautiful she is. why shouldn’t a mother want to flaunt her gorgeous child.

on september 16, 2010 this little monster will go gaga for gaga.

its silent. my home i mean. the only sound is the calming voice of joshua radin singing to me. “remember the face. of the girl who made you her own. and how you left her alone..” alone. i think tranquility is easiest found while you are with only yourself. tranquility; quality or state of being tranquil; calmness; peacefulness; quiet; serenity. and we’re back to quiet. i wonder how they get the name for incense. liquid incense. the liquid incense i’m burning is name ‘tranquility’. but how can they bottle tranquility. they can’t. is there a tranquility recipe. certain herbal smells will produce the feeling of tranquility. a feeling. hence the name i suppose. thats a possible answer to my puzzled mind. i think tranquility is being able to feel that feeling you get when you close your eyes. when you put your head down at the end of the day. take a deep soothing breath. your day may have been stressful, but for those few seconds everything is silent, soft, yours. yes yours. mine. that moment of tranquility is your moment. tranquility is wherever you find yourself at a pure peaceful setting. so how can someone bottle herbal extracts and say that it will allow you to feel that rare moment of pure bliss. they can’t.