barefoot and disheveled

But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her,
barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window
in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor.
She will look in at me with her thin arms extended,
offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.

- william collins

tracy

this is my dear friend tracy. I met her almost a year ago while wwoofing in northfork, ca. we immediately bonded, there are just some people in this lifetime that resonate with you, like your souls knew each other before your physical bodies ever met. thats how I feel about tracy. she recently became a yoga instructor and needed some photos for her website/pamphlets etc so we set out to griffith park and did a little shoot. we were talking about how blessed we feel that our work and our passion is the same. she shared with me this quote which sums it up perfectly.

“A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both.”  L.P. Jacks