dusty heart of dixie

one southern girl's journey in a sort of big city

the neighbourhood-sweater weather

legrandcirque:

A woman peering into an antique shop. Photograph by Nina Leen. New York City, 1950s.

legrandcirque:

A woman peering into an antique shop. Photograph by Nina Leen. New York City, 1950s.

(via oldnewyork)

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
   By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
   Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
   I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
   Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
   My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
   And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
   In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
   Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
   In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
   Of those who were older than we—
   Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
   Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
   In her sepulchre there by the sea—
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.
-Edgar Allan Poe

the small moments

it is in the small, still moments when we find out who are loved ones really are. this past weekend, my dad drove up to visit. we spent a chilly and rain soaked saturday together (thanks nashville rock n roll marathon).

sunday we took a day trip to chattanooga to visit the tennessee aquarium. the rain was pouring as we drove through some of the most beautiful mountains i have ever seen. the visibility was pretty bad, but i couldn’t have cared less. we sang along to simon & garfunkel and harmonized to chicago. i closed my eyes and tried my best to capture those small still moments. road trips hold a special place in my heart, mostly because this is when my dad and i bond.

time passes by so quickly.

Happy Birthday Ms Loretta Lynn!

Happy Birthday Ms Loretta Lynn!