the agave house.

posted on: Friday, December 14, 2012

beyond the city of los angeles, some eighty-three miles away is a secret garden. beyond that secret garden is a house that those who have had the pleasures of resting their feet here have come to know as the agave house. nestled in the ojai mountains is where we went to do nothing only to appreciate the little things we often forget - sight, sound, silence. i didn't realize how much i missed the silence until i became mesmerized by it. i loved waking up to the darkness outside as the sound of the raindrops pit-patting against the house was the only sound that could be heard. as the sun rose up images of the clouds passing through the mountains started to become visible outside our windows. it was such a beautiful thing to be oblivious of time. we woke up when we felt well enough to get up and went to bed when our bodies wore tired.  

i fell in love with ojai the first time we found ourselves winding through it's canyons in search of a mythical hot spring; i was turning 26 years old. we had wise conversations with naked strangers as we grounded ourselves in a pool of boiling sulfur water. it was a breezy December day and I remember sitting there watching the smoke rise from the water thinking to myself how great life was at the moment. it was the unexplainable feelings of euphoria, nostalgia and peace that overcame me that day that had me convinced this must be what love at first sight feels like.

xoxo to my love & friends. turning 27 was an unforgettable (mostly already forgotten) day ..

on the rim of the world.

posted on: Saturday, September 8, 2012


i love california. every weekend i could drive an hour in any given direction and pretend i am on vacation. most of the time finding myself stumbling upon these places as if it was some sort of perfect accident. as with the discovery of this amazing highway literally hanging over the mountains as we made our way up to lake arrowhead over labor day weekend. rim of the world highway. our hour and a half drive from los angeles ended up being nearly three hours as we couldn't refrain ourselves from stopping and snapping away at the scenic wonders we were witnessing. we were so high up that it felt like we were chasing clouds, literally. and while standing up there as the wind carried my dress and hair away i couldn't help but to feel like i've got this young heart and old soul that wants so selfishly to take in all the divines that surrounded me.

sunrise over yosemite valley.

posted on: Friday, August 24, 2012


i'm not quite certain which emotions are affiliated with the word majestic but i would imagine the word could be used to perfectly define theses photos. this was a yosemite experience that is so new to me even though it was to become my fourth visit. it fed my undernourished soul, forced me to breathe deeper and drowned me with that bigger than life feeling. but more importantly, i rekindled my connection with mother earth by walking barefoot on her terrain and absorbed her warmth through my skin on the most perfect of mornings. thank you to the amazing, mr. duy (instagram), for capturing the moments found below.

there's life on earth after all: salvation mountain.

posted on: Friday, August 10, 2012


looking up at the tree branches covered in an array of disorganized patterns reminded me of a jackson pollock painting. my eyes did not know where to start or end, or whether or not I was even allow to look away. i was in a trance, sucked in every direction by colors calling my name. but somewhere among the colors one manages to find a simple reminder to simply love. hats off to the artist who felt compelled enough to create and share this wonderful master piece with the world, thank you.

where the edge of the world meets the living. part two.

posted on: Friday, August 3, 2012


i imagine the salton sea was a place full of life. a time when living in a trailer by the sea was enough to call bliss. paradise-like. neighbors would sit along the sea in their beach chairs as they gaze out in to the horizon or fishing for the sake of pleasure. trailer-wives would gossip about one another because everyone is sleeping with everyone. i imagine people falling in love here, getting their hearts broken here and finding peace here. even though it's all a facade, these are the things i imagine when my thoughts finds themselves wandering back to the forgotten sea. 

where the edge of the world meets the living. part one.

posted on: Monday, July 23, 2012


we had no idea where we were going. we just let the wind lead us to every possible wrong turn and dead end to finally discover the throne, pale and rusted, but yearning to tell tall tales of the salton sea to whomever it may have the pleasure of serving for that day. we met strangers, followed footprints and felt the heartbeat of the world. my unplanned bright outfit is the perfect pop of life against a backdrop containing soo much death. but alive or dead, i love this place and imagine myself one day returning once i've conquered the world to claim the throne mine, forever.

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