mediocre || weeks nine, ten, and eleven.

i don't have much to say
today.
really, i think i'll just
let the piece on week ten do it
for me. i've been busy, tired, overwhelmed,
and we're out of tea, so i apologise
for being really out of it
these past few days/weeks. i'm sure y'all
think i've
died on the main blog. but no. there's a post coming
today.
maybe this mood coincides with the weather;
we're transitioning from summer into autumn.
and sweater weather
is better weather. so happy wednesday to you all.

xx.

mirror, mirror || week eight.

i remember when i saw anne of green gables for the 

first time. in the first part, she often talked to her 

friend in the mirror. she talked to her reflection. her name was katy, 

and anne often wondered what it was like to be katy. 

to be free to roam the world, 

and yet be loyal enough to greet 

anne every time she stepped in front of the looking glass, or a window. 

like anne, i often wonder what it's like for 

the person i see looking at me in the mirror. i wonder what their story is. 

xx.

i just wanna be happy || weeks six and seven.

incidentally, i didn't take the last photo, my best friend did, 

but i couldn't resist putting it in my project fifty-two, so there you go.

i want to say something about how we have the outlook of

happiness, but on the inside we're just as miserably as the 

next guy, but i think that what i wrote for week six can justify that without

repetition. so:

"remember what it was like when we were kids, 

and all we cared about was playing with daddy after work and what 

new games we could come up with and how we would 

become superheroes when we grew up. but now, in a life that 

is so complex and full of angst and anxiety, pressure and 

barely-getting-by, we forget what it meant to be truly happy; 

we forgot the feeling of flying when our dads laid us flat in their 

arms and ran across the room. we forgot about wanting to 

stay up late and then getting up early. we forgot the knock-knock 

jokes that didn't make any sense and the excitement when mom would 

make our favourite breakfast. maybe, sometimes, if we still have anything 

left, we should go back and look through the 

piles and boxes of our childhood necessities and remember what it means to 

smile, and to not hide anything behind it."

maybe from now

on, i should just use what i wrote for my photos and

share it with you. 

happy august, all.

xx.

life is like a piano || weeks four and five

tom lehrer said: "life is like a piano... what you get out of it depends on how you play it."

as a pianist, i can draw several scenarios from what he's saying. 

maybe he's saying to always play allegro. the happy tunes, to live life loud and 

bold, and with no regrets. 

maybe he's saying to always play andante. the sad tunes. i heard somewhere that somehow, 

sad people can be the kindest. 

but maybe, just maybe he's saying to play a sonata. a mix of emotions where by

happiness, we can be content. and by sadness, we can know what it truly means to

be happy. by anger, we can know what it means to be 

at peace. 

maybe he's telling us to do our best and keep writing the sonata. 

that light is at the end of the tunnel, and that the sun always rises. 

so, i think that's how i'm going to play it.

xx.

maybe we'd ascend together || weeks two and three

as often as i can, i try to tell a story with my photography.

whether it be written word or 

just letting the photo talk for me, i want whoever stumbles upon 

my work to get to know a part of me.

sometimes the words don't come, but when they 

do, i scribble them down as quickly as i can.

above are weeks two and three, and here 

is the piece i wrote for week two:

"i've always loved to lie down in the 

grass at the sunrise with the morning dew tickling my bare 

toes and the light flickering in my eyes. the sun would be 

dancing on the horizon, teasing me as to when it'd finally ascend 

to its peak. and i've often wondered what it would 

be like, darling, if the grass was the bed and the dew was the cold 

air, and you were my horizon. and maybe we'd ascend together."

happy saturday. 
xx
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getting back into the swing of things and project fifty-two.

so i'm getting back into the swing of things after

coming home from camp yesterday. my fingers felt

funny as i got on my mac for the first time in a

week, and after awhile it felt as though i never

left, but i knew i had, because i felt refreshed. 

yesterday felt like as good a time as any to start my

project fifty-two like i said i would at the beginning of

the year, so i got out my camera and froze a few moments in

time on the porch while the commercials played through on the olympic

trials.

so the self-portrait of myself is week one, and i have to admit,

i'm feeling good about this. 

life lately.

i apologize for the silence. 

life has been busy, inexplicably busy, 

and i haven't been able to catch my breath. 

but in spite of all that, i made some photos. 

my project 52 has never been officially started, sadly, 

because of my laziness/busyness, 

but i figure i'll start it up before the rapture. 

until then, enjoy these, and eat yourself a cupcake. 

xx,

jocee.

from the past few days

tid bits of my life. 

xoxo,

jocee

to fill the space

i'm lazy/busy, that's why i haven't been posting here. i'm also immensely caught up in the bbc series
sherlock, if you want to get into specifics. i'm waiting anxiously for my new camera, so please enjoy these photos as i die of anticipation.

the zoo, part i

after Christmas, uncle q & aunt mary took joy and i to the zoo. i can't remember the last time i went to the zoo, so this was a real treat. i took so many photos that i cannot fit them all into this post, so i'm posting it in parts. also, my uncle is just that hipster. ;)

-with love and goshbubbles and a turntable-

this is Christmas

christmas, 2011 from Jocelyn Chambers on Vimeo.

dec. 25th, 2011. the best christmas ever, if you ask me. more to come. 

-with love and goshbubbles and wet textbooks-