tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50183302009-10-29T14:38:58.467-05:00The Colors of my HeartAn online journal of sorts.♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-45623748398161310342009-10-17T22:11:00.001-05:002009-10-17T22:11:35.075-05:00Kitties
I love them!♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-41460610502201864602009-09-27T22:03:00.003-05:002009-09-27T22:12:23.239-05:00A Critique
Hannah & Caleb Zlomke. They are just so photogenic.
I'd like to make time to practice manipulating lighting in photography. For now, a self-critique (critiquing my work is one of the best ways for me to learn). For this photo I'm playing with my reflector. It's not perfect, but I still like it. If I were to do it over again, I would reflect the sunlight from a slightly higher position in order ♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-70025916439744858422009-09-11T15:05:00.002-05:002009-09-11T15:49:03.636-05:00Ideas vs. FeelingsToday in Psychology class I took the Meyers Briggs personality test. I've taken this test many times before. In high school I was an INFJ. Now I'm an ENFJ. Every time I've taken it I've teetered in between Introverted and Extroverted. It was no surprise to me to get the same results today: ENFJ. There was one thing that caught my attention, however, a question that I never fully considered until ♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-1557938879427877972009-08-29T12:47:00.004-05:002009-08-29T13:19:13.752-05:00A simple entryLately the long-lost introvert inside of me has awoken from her slumber and has called me away to quiet secret places. I don't feel like broadcasting my internal process to the world. Not really. Instead I'd like to hold my process close to my heart. I imagine that it looks something like a small moon, glowing warmly beneath my fingers. I don't want to share it—not yet. Just know that I'm in a ♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-88538374796390963112009-07-29T20:01:00.002-05:002009-07-29T20:13:49.935-05:00"Hush now, and look at me"How many times has the good spirit brought me here? How many more times will it take before I finally stay?
Again and again. More and more. Closer and closer. Set my heart ablaze. Help this small flowering tree deepen its roots and grow a little taller, but know that a little is never enough. And so the ache pursues me, and I welcome its pursuits.
Time to be alone for a while. Alone, but never ♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-75961105786442419762009-05-12T18:39:00.002-05:002009-05-12T18:45:33.342-05:00Little Albus
I have always wanted to see a wild hummingbird up close. Last week, I got to hold one in my hands.
Ben & I found a tiny, stunned hummingbird lying on the garage floor the other day. It looked like he had gotten trapped in the garage, then nearly knocked himself out by trying to fly thru the glass window pane. I put a pair of garden gloves on, but he was so small that I was afraid to pick him ♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-29291673456947571412009-05-07T18:30:00.003-05:002009-05-07T19:04:20.959-05:00Heavy shoesI have to admit: I'm sick of this charade—wearing shoes that don't quite fit. They were never meant to be mine in the first place, yet I try and I try to make them the right size. Instead, the empty spaces between skin and suede amplify the squelch of these awkward attempts to move forward. My, my; don't these shoes feel heavy.
Where is joy? Where is weightlessness? Where is freedom? Where is ♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-52120873331379769272009-05-02T04:08:00.003-05:002009-05-02T04:11:39.720-05:00Naughty Jokes
Gotta love naughty jokes with great friends. :-)♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-67037871758578168372009-04-19T14:59:00.004-05:002009-04-19T15:42:22.427-05:00More than good enoughI remember the first time that I thought that I wasn't good enough. I was in fifth grade and the teacher had asked for three volunteers to make three different journals for some kind of class project. I raised my hand, probably with a huge, excited grin on my face. I loved making things.
I got home that afternoon and began to search the house for cool things that I could use to make my journal. ♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-48818996661276003712009-04-17T11:53:00.003-05:002009-04-17T13:24:52.219-05:00Badges tucked in the journal of his soulI recently had a dream that I thought is worth sharing. Like so many of my meaningful dreams, the meat of this one was sandwiched in between the hazy nonsense typical of most dreams. In this case, I think the non-sense had something to do with Madonna and the cast of Heroes…
Like the clear rays of sunlight after a sudden break in the clouds, the surprisingly relevant and meaningful chunk of a ♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-22145154478854873282009-04-13T11:04:00.002-05:002009-04-13T11:21:02.601-05:00HomesickI'm so homesick. I'm so exhausted: too exhausted to adequately describe my homesickness. Instead I'll leave you with a simple list of the things that I'm homesick for.
I miss (in no particular order):
using my own dishes
cooking my own meals
cleaning my own house/flat/apartment
taking pictures for myself rather than for other people
green leaves and blooming flowers
the smell of summer nights
♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-15751772486144318882009-03-29T14:52:00.002-05:002009-03-29T16:02:18.322-05:00Cry like DavidPatterns. History makes them so easy to spot. All you have to do is take one step back, then there they are; repeating shapes and colors in a tapestry of life experiences. Actions and reactions. The patterns in my own life are almost painfully obvious. My journals are full of long records of my internal process. Most are quite melancholy, and more than just a few teeter of the border between ♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-40457370832051225002009-02-05T20:29:00.003-06:002009-02-05T22:20:19.578-06:00There's that fear again, coming through the grassTo the one whose spirit shine dances like frothing, liquid gemstones, refracting lustrous glow:
Where am I? Where are your hands? Where are my hands? Where is my heart?
Everywhere I look my vision is blocked by a pair of grinning eyes: so challenging, so riveting; so stagnant. This unwanted stare arrests me, holding me in a vulnerable state. It confronts my confidence and interrupts my thoughts♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-1596546894300051322008-12-20T02:11:00.004-06:002008-12-20T02:38:35.955-06:00The Homecoming
While we live in these earthly bodies, we groan and sigh, but it’s not that we want to die and get rid of these bodies that clothe us. Rather, we want to put on our new bodies so that these dying bodies will be swallowed up by life. God himself has prepared us for this, and as a guarantee he has given us his Holy Spirit.
So we are always confident, even though we know that as long as we live in♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-64654004485599042132008-11-24T22:00:00.000-06:002008-11-30T16:57:38.175-06:00A letterTo my beautiful God,
This year has been the most difficult year of my life, but it has also been the most rewarding, fruitful, and honest. I learned more about your faithfulness, your goodness, and about the nature of your love i this short time than I think I have my whole life.
God, you are so good. So good. Thank you for your goodness. Thank you for your urgent faithfulness. You rescured Ben ♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-4632189183138738152008-02-07T15:05:00.000-06:002008-02-07T15:47:30.535-06:00The fruit of time well spent
My battle with time carries on and I am slowly, but surely, finding it easier to choose doing things that have value to me over things that merely take up my time (such as watching t.v. or spending hours on facebook). The funny thing is that the more I do things that have value to me, the more aware I become of other activities I'm involved with that should probably be trimmed from my life--♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-46922806142076628462008-01-21T15:22:00.000-06:002008-01-21T15:23:12.617-06:00A lack of Time
Time is a funny thing, isn't it? Lately I've been thinking about my use of time, which by default causes me to also question my values. How do I want to spend my time? Maybe an easier question is what don't I want to spend my time on? I know that I don't want to play video games, watch tv (or movies, whatever), or dink around online for too long. I don't really accomplish anything that ♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-73788305623179574582007-09-16T22:49:00.000-05:002007-09-16T22:50:15.486-05:0030Lately I've been filled with all different kinds of aches. Some of them are the deep, wonderful kind that make you want to breathe deeply, shout and sit in silence all at once. Others are not so wonderful. As some of you may have read on my husband's blog, this weekend we lost our little bunny, Apollo. He caught some kind of cold, or something, and within a few hours, was dead. We stayed ♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-3800615455429318902007-09-07T00:06:00.000-05:002007-09-07T00:07:18.064-05:00My Fair Lady of AdventureWe ( the Spransys ) have a summer cottage on Moose Lake, WI. It's not far from Delafield. This cottage has been in our family for a little over 90 years. My grandma's aunts would bring her there for summer vacation as a kid. There's a very old, faded, black & white picture of her standing in front of the cottage at age three. My Grandpa asked her to marry him on a summer day at the cottage.♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-1195079620944601112007-06-10T13:58:00.000-05:002007-06-10T13:59:04.211-05:00What a Big GodThis is actually a message that I sent to a friend of mine on facebook, and I thought I'd post it here as well, seeing as how I haven't posted much in a while. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lately my life has been full of frustration, beauty, more alone time than I'm used to, discovery, tension between dreams and "reality", t-shirt designs and more.I don't know. I kind♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-80945655507399750172007-04-04T22:23:00.000-05:002007-04-04T22:24:51.569-05:00The Best Gal PalI don't think I've ever really had a best friend. There have been a fair few who have come close, but something would always get in the way at the last moment, whether is be moving away or falling in love for the first time, thus re-prioritizing relationships and how much time is spent where. Don't get me wrong: I'm not mad at love, not in the least! Nor am I mad at any of those people who got♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-1331973168262748602007-03-17T14:00:00.001-05:002007-03-17T14:00:57.302-05:00Laura's Glow♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-91026488957466747952007-03-17T00:32:00.001-05:002007-03-17T00:34:24.404-05:00Coffee Cups & Cameras
I went to get coffee with Ms Lindsey Girman ( soon to be Lindsey Whitlock ) after work today. Man does she rock. She told me about how Adam first told her that he liked her--which is one of the best stories I've ever heard.
Hurrah for love!
I look forward to getting to know you better, Lindsey.
I have my first ever Pregnant Lady Portrait photo shoot tomorrow. I'm so excited about it! I've ♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-89558089370103582732007-03-09T00:04:00.000-06:002007-03-09T00:05:00.976-06:00Out with the old, In with the NEW!!I got my new camera!!!!!!!
This is the last picture taken with my (dad's) Canon Powershot G4. Isn't Apollo cute? He's our beloved bunny. :-D
And THIS is the first picture taken with my new Nikon D80!! Well, actually it's not technically the first, this one is. But hey! I like this one best. :-)
Neither of the above pictures have be touched up at all. My Nikon is so true to color! It ♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5018330.post-8767177075267390042007-03-03T23:43:00.000-06:002007-03-03T23:45:10.389-06:00All Those Stars in the Sky♥The universe is truly amazing.I had to attend a training session in Chicago for work this week. The training was on Wednesday morning, so my company ( Prescriptives Cosmetics ) put me in a hotel on Tuesday night ( they paid for it all : hotel, millage, dinner Tuesday night, tolls & parking ). Ben came with me so that I wouldn't have to be in Chicago all by myself. We left on Tuesday morning &♥briANNAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01256148362473727104noreply@blogger.com0