Some buggys of Brazil taken while walking around Avare.  These photos remind me that collections are fun and I should focus on similarities while traveling instead of always looking for new and different shots.   Some buggys of Brazil taken while walking around Avare.  These photos remind me that collections are fun and I should focus on similarities while traveling instead of always looking for new and different shots.   Some buggys of Brazil taken while walking around Avare.  These photos remind me that collections are fun and I should focus on similarities while traveling instead of always looking for new and different shots.   Some buggys of Brazil taken while walking around Avare.  These photos remind me that collections are fun and I should focus on similarities while traveling instead of always looking for new and different shots.   Some buggys of Brazil taken while walking around Avare.  These photos remind me that collections are fun and I should focus on similarities while traveling instead of always looking for new and different shots.   Some buggys of Brazil taken while walking around Avare.  These photos remind me that collections are fun and I should focus on similarities while traveling instead of always looking for new and different shots.   Some buggys of Brazil taken while walking around Avare.  These photos remind me that collections are fun and I should focus on similarities while traveling instead of always looking for new and different shots.   Some buggys of Brazil taken while walking around Avare.  These photos remind me that collections are fun and I should focus on similarities while traveling instead of always looking for new and different shots.  

Some buggys of Brazil taken while walking around Avare.  These photos remind me that collections are fun and I should focus on similarities while traveling instead of always looking for new and different shots.  

Misty morning fog on the mountains of northern California.  I took this shot after working all night in the studio.  After turning the corner to the point and seeing this scene my jaw dropped and I sat down and watched the fog roll in for over a half hour.  It was such a quiet early morning moment and I reveled in every second of it. 

My Rudolph and Mrs. Claus. Christmas in Thailand in 2011.  My Rudolph and Mrs. Claus. Christmas in Thailand in 2011. 

My Rudolph and Mrs. Claus. Christmas in Thailand in 2011. 

The 1,000th photograph on my memory card from my northern California trip.  Sunset at the point on November 17th. It was a bittersweet moment because I had stayed up all night working and had seen the sunrise ten hours before this moment.  Here I am more than a month later, staying up all night again not out of necessity, but habit.  I’ve been doing this for weeks.  I’m hoping to change this soon and become a creature of the day instead of a constant night owl.  I’ll start tomorrow or in three hours rather.  When I wake I’ll see my nephew for the first time in over a month, actually it has been only a little less than a month, oh man, I had no idea how addicted to his smile I had become.

Throw back Thursday is happening. Right here, right meow.  Taken on the top of Zugspitze, the highest peak in Germany, back in 2010.  We stayed in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, a little mountain resort town in Bavaria, near the border of Austria. We rode a little cable car 9,714 feet to the top.  Talk about an ear ache.  On the peak sat a restaurant, museum and gift shop.  There was also roof access so you could have an uninhibited 360 degree view.  It was mesmerizing, awe-inspiring and really windy.  Looking south you could see Austria and to the north, Germany and in between Zugspitze, a physical border, the tallest peak.

"he was completely permeated by the feeling of present time and simultaneity, the feeling of eternity. At that moment, he felt deeply, more deeply than ever before, the indestructibility of all life, the eternity of every moment."  

-one of my favorite excerpts from Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse

oddly enough, many times I don’t understand what I’m feeling until days, weeks or months later and sometimes it takes a good book or writing of my own to put those emotions into words.  page after page in Siddhartha spoke to me as if the sentences were already floating around my brain, but they hadn’t organized themselves yet.  If you haven’t read it yet you should take the time to do so.  If you follow this blog you’ll see words from Hermann Hesse again and again and again especially from Siddhartha.  Now go find that moment.

It only took me a year to sort through my Brazil material and make an album… http://www.sarahschu.com/brasil#0   Shouldn’t have waited so long, now I want to go back.

Lately I’m feeling the need to nest.  I want a space that’s my own and semi-permanent.  Something I can decorate and build upon and make comfortable and welcoming and inspiring.  It might have something to do with an amazing poster I picked up yesterday.  All I want to do is make an enormous frame out of old barn wood and hang that baby on a wall.  The problem is, I don’t really have a wall.  Most of the time I enjoy flowing through life, shape shifting like Jello into whatever mold I land in, but something is tugging at me to sit still for a minute month or ten.  My thoughts are in constant battle. Stay or go, move or grow…  Every day I make a new plan for 2013, but like everything I don’t get too attached to it so by dinner my year is playing out completely different than it was at breakfast.  All my little thoughts, goals and aspirations keep sprouting up like little wildflowers, new and different, multiplying and gathering into bunches.  I wonder which will be picked and admired, which ones will be watered, which ones will wait and grow again next year..

The photo above was taken in Yallahs, Jamaica in 2010.  This farmer was overjoyed to share his spot in the shade with me while he took a midmorning break.  He spent so much time in the fields that he built a permanent little oasis, complete with a hammock, in the shade near his crops.    

Taoist elements are the praise of quietism, seclusion, and an austerely simple life-style; and the belief that softness is stronger than hardness.

a quote that stood out to me, from ‘Siddhartha’ by Hermann Hesse

Punch buggys are known as fuscas here and they are  e v e r y w h e r e .  It’s so great to see something you love around every corner.  I taught my Brazilian friend the punch buggy game [red punch buggy - no punch back] and he’s been abusing it ever since.