This is the world coming down on your head.

Quiet

'Quiet, a sound you know so well

You're living just to make it through another day

Stand, climb and fall

You carry the world, can't carry your Hope'

Stanley Climbfall - Lifehouse

'This is my letter to the World

That never wrote to Me -

The simple News that Nature told -

With tender Majesty

Her Message is committed

To Hands I cannot see -

For love of Her - Sweet - countrymen -

Judge tenderly - of Me'

- Emily Dickinson

This year before it becomes last; 2009

JANUARY...

It's even better when it's being incinerated.
As are most things.


'I [heart] Feets'
do you not?

FEBUARY...

Cow, the best bunny a girl could ask for.
I think she rocked the mohawk.
Spiked, no less.


Timo at the lake.

MARCH...

Spring, sisters, and silly shoes.
It was a good month.

APRIL...

Give me open fields and wide skies, or give me death.
I'll let David Jahns tell you how i feel about this picture, in this song. (Something I'm Not)


Family + Rebekka on Easter!
Left to right: Matthias, Me, Mahalia, Jonathan, Timothy, Rebekka

Then, we met a bunch of psycho tourists in DC.
They spoke french.

And, started the garden.

MAY...

Spring formal with the youth group (Bethany Beach!!)

Visited the flourishing garden.

And, most importantly,
made a friend.

JUNE...

I got a tan 8)

And took a spontaneous trip to skyline drive.
So beautiful.

JULY...

18 hour road trip to the windy city for SEMP.


The lovely team.

AUGUST...

Road trip again...
Where?

yep, again.
Only this time with the fam.

And visited Nana.

SEPTEMBER...

Good eats, man.

This month rocked.

OCTOBER...

I didn't really do much.
Lifesgood.

NOVEMBER...

This is typical, Tabitha.
Leaves? In November?
Whooda thunk.

i know, i can feel your shame radiating through my computer screen.

In my defense, it's a staple.


Peeled orange. That's original, ha!
Take that, reader.


Timo in the tree.

DECIEMBRE...

The snow was a wonderful surprise =]

Made gingerbread cookies/house with the girls.
party, party, party!

And lots of unwrapping on Christmas.

So now you have reached the end.
I hope that you have thoroughly enjoyed reading about me.
In closing,
woo.

I love Christmastime.

'Anywhere you go, anyone you meet,

Remember that your eyes can be your enemies.'

-Augustana

Something I struggle with is looking past myself. Our culture is built around self-image and self-pleasure. We're so consumed by ourselves its almost impossible to open our eyes to greater things, actually see other people, and put ourselves out there. When we fail to see others' true faces, we lose our own. In a sense, we become faceless. We adapt to whatever the magazines define as beautiful, we allow our minds to be sautered into the mold that is 'logical thinking', and we drop our own personality traits so that we can 'fit in' with the people who did the exact same thing to accuire the exact same social status -- popular. In all this we disregard ourselves, God's creations, and let others construct us.

Photography helps me freeze moments. Disect them, if you will. Like any other hominid of the female species, I read way to much into stuff. And I enjoy it. It helps me see past peoples' fancy facades and just see the siple stuff.

This really didn't have much to do with the picture, other than you can't see his face; and you already have a preconception about him. Don't you?

"He will take your dark distorted view
And with His light He will show you truth
And again you'll see through the eyes of a little girl"
Jonny Diaz 'A More Beautiful You'