Laura Eppinger

These days my life is almost painfully quaint. It crept up on me. I'm trying to pay attention.

I love to take pictures when I can think of it, but I am particularly bad at getting shots of people's faces. Asking for a photo of people pauses conversation and makes us pose instead of acting naturally. I do not like getting my picture taken so I don't want to make anyone else uncomfortable… Continue reading People. Have faces?

After all my adventures and misadventures, I had still never been able to say: All my stuff is in storage and I am living in a state park. This month, that changed. In the Kingkiller Chronicle series by Patrick Rothfuss, students of magic sometimes take a gap year of sorts, to go out and learn… Continue reading Chasing the Wind

Sometimes. And I know this is a luxury. (It shouldn't have to be!) But there is joy and healing found in losing two hours to cross-stitch, without looking at a phone or a clock. In the vintage radio and computer museum, when suddenly you're hungry and your knees ache from standing and you realize three… Continue reading It is essential to lose track of time.

This is a post all about trash, but I hope you see that it’s also about much more. All photos in this post are pictures of debris I picked up off the coast of Island Beach State Park in NJ, after only about two hours of cleanup. (Because I am not so keen on housing… Continue reading TRASH. (And please don’t buy that thing!)