on geography and list making

Iceland is simultaneously one of the most beautiful and desolate places I've been to and likely ever will. The landscape changes like the weather- and by that I mean constantly. When it's overcast it feels like an oppressive grey place, but the rare bursts of sunshine transform it into a breathtaking country of mountains and ocean, fire and ice; filled with every colour imaginable.
Right now my life is feeling like Iceland; overcast with a smattering of sunshine. I'm terrified to find myself in my last year of university with no plans or direction. I realize a lot of people feel like this, but that doesn't pacify the large knot in my stomach. I'm the type of person who thrives on lists, plans and details, and not knowing what comes next is a terrifying first for me. It's funny to think back to four years ago, when I applied for university and was convinced that my last major life decision was made.

Turns out it was the first.
-Bets

Flateyri. Latrabjarg. Landmannalaugar. Alftavatn.

Cat sitting in a home with a sunporch has been lovely. 

[In love with Daniel Handler & Maira Kalman's piece ]

[counting down the days until this happens]

birds of a feather flock together

-Bets

countdown.

I'm so excited you're coming home soon, Bets. 

Here are some things I'm looking forward to doing contigo:

Moonrise Kingdom on opening day.

Playing backgammon and Scrabble and any/every other board game.

Picnic-ing / Eating pie.

Planning my New York adventure together.

Swapping woes / #spinsterlyfe.

Thrift shopping.

Listening to musics.

Talking about books. 

  

But most of all, I'm just excited to see you! 

Six days, huzzah!

Dev. 

Croquet. Coffee. 150 acres. Bumblebees. Lovely.
-Bets

Badlands of Ontario

'Gods Altar'

badlandsplural of bad·lands (Noun)

Noun:

Extensive tracts of heavily eroded, uncultivable land with little vegetation. A barren plateau region of the western US, mainly in southwestern South Dakota and northwestern Nebraska, south of the Black Hills.

Driving past this site with friends, I slammed on the brakes and haphazardly stopped the car in the parking lot. I'd never seen a landscape like this. We leapt out of the car and ran up and down the hills yelling and laughing like children. This area is part of the Bruce Trail that stretches from the Bruce Peninsula south to Niagara Falls. It was overgrazed by cattle in the early twentieth century, and the shale was eroded until the beautiful red iron rich material surfaced. Though the grazing was stopped in the 1930's, this desolate area remains, wearing away more and more with each passing year.

-Bets

big city

 1. the roof of my friends apartment.
 2. waiting for the elevator.
 3. the met.
 4. inside the met
 5. the apollo theatre.
 -Bets