I want to go on another day trip to New York City.
I mean, gotta use those flight benefits while I have them, right?
“ Jesus lived the life I couldn’t live and died the death I should have died. ”
Lecrae (via thevineandthebranches)
How I tuck myself in bed at night
Isn’t Earth’s gravity a beautiful thing? That which goes up must come down. And indeed it is this folding of up and down, in and out, that makes Fabian Oefner’s ‘Orchid’ so visually stunning.
Oefner invites us to see beauty in those things that we otherwise may have passed by, like the simple splash of water on concrete. ‘Orchid’,and Oefner’s previous works in his Action Paint series, incorporate the incredibly complex with the seemingly simple. Oefner uses a scientific approach “and a playful approach” to turn complex physical concepts such as gravity, spinning torque, centripetal force, and displacement into curious and beautiful abstract photographs. For the ‘Orchid’ series, by simply releasing a rock into a tank of paint, he captures what looks like the opening up of liquefied flowers.
Oefner’s method for ‘Orchid’ involves the layering of different colored paints into a bucket, with the top layer being either black or white. The layered effect makes for the rainbow of color splashed out by the rock. But as simple as this may seem, it is a long and tedious paint pouring process, with much trial and error in-between. Though there is one part of the process where technology has offered an aid: Once the paint is ready, a microphone, connected to Oefner’s camera, tells the camera when the exact moment of impact occurs between rock and paint, at which point the camera snaps a series of pictures at the precise moment. Though, of course, this doesn’t always work as planned…
But perhaps one of the best principals that Oefner’s work embodies is chance. Though he may employ the same technique over and over, no splash will be the same, so we can always remain curious.
The gravity of liquid… a beautiful thing.
“ She had a lively, playful disposition that delighted in anything ridiculous. ”
It started with an invitation:
And I thought, “How sweet. We’ve been talking about star gazing for a while.” Chris had also, incidentally, previously asked me to compile some songs for slow dancing. He knew I really wanted to slow dance (that may or may not be due to Becca and Chris’s previous engagement story). I could only think of one song that really mattered to me, and a few others that were decent for slow dancing.
This message came on Thursday (the 17th). After that, we had quite a fun weekend together: Worship Bonfire Night with the Navigators, Toy Story of Terror with some friends, a Russia team reunion, and a Trihouse Coalition dinner. It was just the way we like it: LOTS of people, fun activities, and being with a loving community. Chris certainly seemed in a good mood. I had nary a clue.
Monday: I had suspicions, but, having been disappointed by other (unrelated) unfounded expectations before, I talked myself out of it. Chris showed up at 6, as planned, and he looked quite nice. By that I mean he styled his hair. Now I had more suspicions. We went out to his car, where he presented me with a beautiful rose.
More suspicions! But, again, I talked myself out of it.
We drove to South Mountain, up the winding, cliff-side roads. We parked, gathered up our stuff, and hiked away from Dobbins Lookout to a much more private area on the top that had the most incredible, 300° view of Phoenix at night.
(It’s not the best picture, but hopefully you get a sense of the amazing view).
Overlooking Central Phoenix and Sky Harbor, we ate our dinner—Chris makes good Chipotle—with a little wine and enjoyed the evening. After dinner, we simply took our time watching the city: observing planes landing, looking for places that we knew, and even witnessing a shooting star (Chris saw it; I didn’t).
After some time, Chris pulled out some speakers and invited me to dance. Thankfully I had only just enough Internet connection on my phone to play the one song I really cared about: “Not With Haste,” by Mumford & Sons. His was “Angels Must Smile Like That,” by Terry Scott Taylor.
It was one of the sweetest moments of my life. Our songs each have a lot of meaning to us, and we sang along to the other while we danced. During his song, Chris was almost shaking. Now I can say that was due to nerves for the upcoming moment, but at the time I just thought he was really emotional.
And then he said, “I’ve got something for you.” Again, more suspicions, but again, I talked myself out of it. At least, I managed to convince myself it wasn’t happening until I saw the little black box in his hand. Then it began. I couldn’t breathe properly. I could barely keep myself standing. My English skills were reduced to gasping and the words, “Oh my.”
He got down on one knee, held my hand, and said, “Bry Chesley, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
Through the many gasps and near collapses, I managed to say yes. And the rest is a beautiful story unfolding before us, ready for us to take the steps into life together, for the rest of our lives.
So I just got engaged! Woot!
Which means I’m accidentally transitioning away from this fun website as I use it to help plan my wedding. I’ve also finally signed up for Pinterest, fulfilling my promise that I would only use it for wedding planning :)
Chances are I’ll be gone for good from here. It’s been fun, dears :)