good reads.

"what in the world would we do without our libraries?" [Katharine Hepburn]

I won't lie. I dreaded the library at Baylor. I tried my best to avoid it at all costs.

I placed a high value on its color printing capacities, but that

was pretty much my only reason to go there.

Yes, my freshman year I DID in fact check out Alice in Wonderland.

I don't know why... I think it was on display, so I grabbed it.

Anyway,  I love non-university libraries. And a library is made even more

superb in my mind when I can ride my bike there.

The Daniel Island Library is only a bike ride away (what isn't on this island, though?),

so that's where I spent some time this morning.

And after loading up my bike with new books,

I thought, "hmmm... I could make this a neat photo project."

the belleville was meant to be accessorized with library books.

Ribbon belts still come in handy.

katharine hepburn, jackie & lee bouvier, john grogan's columns, mark twain,
marie antoinette's daughter, and my new obsession
 with books by michael pollan— they all have a place on the belleville.

he's wondering if he's being traded for library books since they were
taking up all the room in the basket. thank goodness for the front rack, huh?

out with the belleville on an early morning.

7735 Farr St. That's me!

I found a lovely little spot today. 

I tried to take Augustus back to show off my new discovery, 

but he was being a baby and turned down my offer to go on a stroll. 

Anyway, I've decided it's going to be my new thinking spot.

Saving the photos for tomorrow's post.

a mode of transportation.

Hmm... he's not like the other kids at the playground.

because it's just not fair to leave Augustus at home while I explore Daniel Island on the belleville...

because it's plain silly to drive a mile to Smythe Park so we can walk around...

because I like hearing people chuckle as they pass us when they see Augustus in there instead of a kid...

because Augustus is portable and I make that quality useful when I see the opportunity...

He loves it.

fate.

"you can change your fate.

you can sit back,

or you can

go after your life

and all that you want it to be."

-hilary swank

this photo is by Kamen Ferdinandov.

After graduation, I was so unsure about the path I was supposed to be following. I had some ideas and possibilities, but nothing seemed tangible. I wasn't trying hard enough to get anywhere... I was on a hiatus, just waiting for an opportunity to fall into my lap. I don't know why I thought staying stationary was going to start me in the right direction...

obviously, life doesn't always work that way.

Thank goodness I have an aptitude for persistence. When I find something I really want, I'll keep going for it. Without that, I wouldn't have this internship. I wouldn't have gone down to Charleston for the interview. I wouldn't have stumbled upon Daniel Island. I definitely wouldn't be moving down there this weekend.

BUT...

I did get the internship with the Charleston Magazine. I did stumble upon Daniel Island and I am moving there this weekend. And I couldn't be more ready for this next chapter to begin.

So Charleston here I come. Accompanied by Augustus and the belleville (a person can get everywhere on her bicycle on Daniel Island!), my camera, and a mindset to get as much experience as I can from my journalistic endeavors during this internship.

where the sidewalk ends. literally.

There's a point where this sidewalk just ends. It's funny to me. There isn't another sidewalk that starts a little bit ahead or anything... it simply stops in the middle of a field. This afternoon I took my camera and rode the belleville out there so I could have something in the picture other than a plain sidewalk. 

It makes me think of Shel Silverstein poems. 

We used to always check those books out in 3rd grade, 

and Where the Sidewalk Ends is the obvious one that comes to mind.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rests from his fight

To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows

And the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow

And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

For the children, they mark, and the children, they know

The place where the sidewalk ends.

-Shel Silverstein

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augustus had a spill. so did the belleville.

and I caused it.

I put him in my bike basket so I could take a picture and I KNEW the bike was going to tip over (it was already leaning while propped on the kickstand), but I backed up with my camera anyway and...

BOOM! down went the bicycle and out jumped Augustus. He really demonstrated some impressive agility though, I must say.

(But my mother did the same thing with my sister when she was a toddler and was riding in a kid-carrier on the back of her bike. Only she wasn't trying to take a picture... so...there.)

He doesn't look so sure about being in the basket.

He would much prefer a good itch. safe on the ground.

I took these pictures about an hour after the incident.

The bike was locked and leaning SECURELY against this post.

I promise. I tried knocking it over.