Dream Life – one of my favorite books – and yet I’ve never read it. It’s a tiny book that fits in the palm of my hand perfectly – and lays on my mantle every day. I bought it in Seattle somewhere and love it dearly – one of the only things to survive my many moves.  I don’t even WANT to read it – would rather imagine the secrets it might want tell me.

I’ve been thinking about this little red book recently – I scanned it a few weeks ago. Today Katie was singing Row, Row, Row your Boat – and the phrase “life is but a dream” struck me and reminded me of my little book. And this evening – after a fun daytrip/photohunt to a mission a few hours south of here I made this.

All the images in this are from our trip today. The ladder is from an old house by the side of the road that I stepped into on a whim (there are so many old houses by the side of the road here). The turquoise shading on the left is from an afghan that was being used as a curtain in that same house.  The rock wall is from the old mission we explored. Add some obsessive photoshopping and a couple of hours later -  voila – my dream life.

Let there be light!