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Retrospective

Earlier this month I was digging back into my unprocessed photo archives for goodies, jumping back year by year.

September 7, 2008: Little Mia having fun playing in the sand at Matt and Melissa’s wedding at Golden Gardens. This wedding was so heart-warming that I went into a depressed stupor halfway through because I couldn’t help but compare the event to my own wedding, mulling over how depressed I was at that time. But this time, looking at their wedding photos just filled me with joy. It made me realize I was quite depressed at the time of Matt and Melissa’s wedding (I think due to family issues). I am happy there is such a positive difference between the me of last summer and the me of the current summer. What an incredibly long way I’ve come!
Mia having fun

September 8, 2007: Here I am hamming it up with a bundle of dried lemon balm and some found costumes. Richard took this photo. We were moving out of “deck house” and into “noise house” (our current residence). Strangely enough, these shoddy homemade tutus are still looking for a permanent home. They are on our hearth right now, waiting to be taken down to storage bins in the basement.
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September 8, 2006: My silky morning glories were blooming.
they only bloom for one day

September 7, 2005: I went to Golden Gardens with some friends (here Shawna and Katie are shown), and we were cold on the beach. Fall was approaching. We snuggled in blankets.
dreamy Shawna

September 5, 2004: Richard stares out over the water as we ride a ferry back to downtown Seattle. He looks so young here. I believe we were out hunting for wedding venues.
Richard

September 6, 2003: Sylwia pretends to be a fish, swimming gracefully in the air. A group of us went to camp at a very civilized campsite (I forget where). I remember there was lots of pavement, lots of RVs, and a water main that was leaking at the base of our campsite, making a huge mud hole. Park maintenance had to run a pump in order to keep it from overflowing, and we were sad because they were rude to us. Eric and Elliot took turns heaving giant rocks into the river, making everyone laugh.
swimming through the air

September 10, 2002: I was learning to make wire-wrapped jewelry. I was also trying to learn how to photograph it, which was harder than I ever imagined. I had so much fun playing with those minuscule sparkling gemstones
learning to make jewelry

September 5, 2001: Wow. This is Richard and I on our way to Burning Man for the first (and only) time. We are so young here. This is eight years past! We were very much in love then, as we are now. It’s a happy photo. I can’t believe Richard and I have been together so long.

3 Comments

  1. kat wrote:

    awwwww. you guys are so cute! richard’s dreads are/were awesome too. here’s a secret that no one in seattle knows yet except for 1 person: i’m currently dreading my hair (and it looks pretty awesome).

    have you ever thought about going back to burning man? next year is gonna be pretty sweet… i know i’ll be there, unless something drastic happens…

    Tuesday, September 22, 2009 at 4:28 pm | Permalink
  2. Shawna wrote:

    Those are sweet photos, Jess. I remember when you used to make jewelry!

    Tuesday, September 22, 2009 at 9:14 pm | Permalink
  3. @Kat – I have definitely thought about going back… a lot of people I know are finally going back next year, and Richard and I were thinking of it… but I’m not sure. I’ve thought a lot about what I want to get out of the experience, other ways I could get the same experience, and what I want to be spending my money/vacation time on. I’ve had the urge to travel outward lately, to other countries, instead of traveling inward, to the dustbowl of insanity…
    But if we do go, for sure we should hang out! Feel free to PM me and try to convince me… I am really torn. :)

    Good luck with the dreads! Pics soon?!

    @Shawna – Haha, I remember when *you* did! WHO made the jewels?!

    Wednesday, September 30, 2009 at 5:03 pm | Permalink

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