paris, part two

i write in a somber mood. 

i've always found so much importance in being honest, so i will be honest here. 

despite the amazing traveling, freedom, and education gained here, i have found myself unable to wrap my mind around the emotions of being away from home, broken contact with my boyfriend, and all the usual things you're supposed to question when growing up. 

there is so much to say, but also nothing. 

so while this post is about my beautiful paris experience with kirk and his family, i will simply leave with a quote that stuck out from the ansel adams exhibition i visited today in london;

"when words become unclear

i shall focus with photographs.

when images become inadequate,

i shall be content with silence."

view from the apartment kirk's mom, linda, rented for their stay in paris

happy light

my first photo of him in a while.
all of the best comes out. 

evening walk to notre dame

hard not to feel something

les garçons sont des garçons 

a cup for all the right things

good morning kirk

carl's butt

mama rasmussen

there it is

learned a hard lesson this day

rue clare

i love asparagus :) i miss my stuffed asparagus friend

sacré coeur

where we whispered about heavy things and broke apart to meditate and pray. first time in a while.

dinner down the hill after visiting sacré coeur

view of sacré coeur from musée d'orsay

stars

c'est moi

i miss you, bud