20 May 2013

boho bridget // spring in denver

blouse: thrifted (originally UO) / skirt/bangles: forever21 / sandals: target

the past week has been gah-lourious, you guys. 
the sun has been shining, we've been going short-and-sans-sleeved, and our coffee's been poured over ice. we went hiking in golden, made a video in the flatirons…we pretty much give the whole thing a big thumbs up. 

one thing i notice every spring & summer is how much my style changes to accommodate the new season. especially here in colorado where it gets so darn hot…i tend to like my clothes a little simpler, a little looser, less structured. translate: i turn back into boho bridget. she kind of recedes in the cold weather -- haven't yet mastered the art of winter boho without looking like a bag lady. if my winter uniform is a fit & flare dress, tights, cardi, skinny belt, fixed hair, and bright lipstick…then my summer uniform is all maxis, messy hair, nude lips, bandeaus & bangles. but seriously, guys…i haven't done my hair in two weeks. 

19 May 2013

today, in three parts:

 today: 
 1 // coffee over ice in newly thrifted glasses.
2 // my favorite photo of robbie ever, taken last night while making a video in boulder.
3 // a craft, for someone special. 

18 May 2013

still life



the other night, i drove to the hospital to pick robbie up from work. he had to stay late, so as dusk descended, i wandered about the surrounding streets. there were kids, jumping over sprinklers in small front yards, their moms watching on & exchanging gardening tips, and guessing at each other's birthdays. the houses were painted in alternating candy colors, ivy crawling up the sides of some. purple flowers flecked buzzing lawns. shut front windows cradled cats on display -- stretching and yawning in the evening light, but most were thrown open, gaping like dogs' mouths in warm, idle air. not the slightest breeze inched the flowers from their spots in pots and where they were planted in the grass where they posed like still life. as did i, walking in a slow, sunspot-lighted haze down a street i didn't live on, consumed in it but not a part of it. 

17 May 2013

a bag for adventuring


this little lady came home with me from the thrift store wednesday. isn't she fun? when i spotted her it was one of those magical thrifting moments when your heart kind of skips a beat. she's soft, and light, and positively kaleidoscopic -- and a blanket, lunch, sunnies, and a couple of books fit perfectly inside. i can't wait for her to get tossed around this summer -- on the grass at picnics, in the car on roadtrips. 

16 May 2013

one good line

failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged. 
missing me one place search another, 
i stop some where waiting for you. 
-song of myself, walt whitman


other good lines

and the thunderstorms come in the afternoon


i love the dry air in denver. and in the spring: the hot mornings, when the thunderstorms come in the afternoon and cool everything down. we prop open the windows -- they creak when pulled wide, and bits of paint chip off. the wind picks them up, pulls them into the storm. we watch. there is lightning over there -- count the seconds to measure the miles. and then there are the fresh flowers in the windowsill, and paperbacks to be leafed through, to enjoy, to laugh at and cry to, as the light becomes grayer in this place -- gray and grayer, still light enough to read. there are the boxes of old photos. there are the skirts that need buttons re-sewn. there are the shoes, piling up, in the hallway. there is mud on those shoes from walks off the path of the park, down to the water, ankle-deep in the sand. there is fresh laundry, tossed on the bed, soft & smelling of lavender and ready to be put away. i hear him sip water, sigh, then set the glass down on the counter. he leaves his bowls & water glasses everywhere and i wouldn't have it any other way. these are the sounds and the smells of the days that are slow, and are meaningful, and are the quiet before and after, and in the middle of storms. these are the days that reverberate in our heads, as we fall asleep, about to dream them, relive them -- we think we are pressing on, and we are, but we are here, too. we are here now. 

15 May 2013

a flea market date


saturday morning found bri & mandi & i at a flea market outside denver. bri found the prettiest vintage dress, i found a sweet, tiny locket, and we also managed to take the most awkward photobooth pictures of all time. so there's that. also, i adore these two! they're so much cuter in real life than you can even imagine. 

(p.s. see bri's photos, too.) 

14 May 2013

darius & mariah


darius + mariah // boulder, co 

these are just a few snaps from an engagement i shot last weekend here in colorado. i had so much more fun with these two than i can even say. this engagement session was full of big grins & belly laughs -- oh, and lots of ooo'ing & awwing at the mountain-scape behind us. so very honored they trusted me with taking these photos. i'm beyond blessed to call this work. 

p.s. as always, more here:
bridget fossedal photography FB  // deer circus FB