Taken from the ferry at Fair Harbor, Fire Island. The storm approaches.

This guy will be here.

I’M

SO

EXCITED.

When you’re surprised with this cupcake.

In the name of all that is scrumptious! This little crunch-melty snack certainly hits the spot without feeling like a big indulgence. It’s simple and impossibly delicious.

How to Prepare Sunrise Toast

the 4 Ingredients: English Muffin, Olive Oil, Honey & Crumbled Goat Cheese

3-step Prep:

1. Slice & toast the english muffin. Look for a crispy edge.

2. Whisk equal parts olive oil & honey together in a small bowl. A little goes a long way— you’re looking to gently drizzle this loosely-mixed concoction over each slice.

3. Add the crumbled goat cheese on top (as much as you can handle- I like a LOT) and pop into the toaster oven (or regular oven) for 5 minutes, or until the goat cheese gets nice and melty soft. Enjoy! OM NOM NOM

I recommend eating this any time of the day. Seriously, it’s that good.

What home means to me is this season’s Pin-It-Forward theme. Big thanks to Kayla at Inkling Paper for introducing me. Click on any of the images above to visit my pinboard.  is hosted by the lovely folks at Pinterest, an awesome visual organization & inspiration tool. I’ve got 10 pinvites to send out for anyone interested in trying out Pinterest for themselves. Leave me a message in the comments if you’d like one! This post concludes the group 6 run. For more pinboard inspiration, visit the group lists: Pin-It-Forward.

First is the window. Look at that view! And that babe! The rest are photos taken with my hand in DEATH GRIP mode on my camera while sticking my arm out the tiny little window opening. Twenty six floors up.

You know.

BALLIN in the city.

I ran into this beautiful WTF-worthy bicycle during my NYC adventure last weekend. I can only assume that it is the handiwork of The Knitting Bandit, who doesn’t steal anything but instead comes in the night and KNITS standing objects. First of all— bravo, Knitting Bandit. I don’t know how you do it. It pleases me greatly. Perhaps you remember my photo of the knitted tree on campus down in Miami. The only logical conclusion for this: The Knitting Bandit has a crush on me and desires nothing more than to make me happy by knitting otherwise overlooked items. In total secrecy. In the dark of night. The only creepy bit is how the Bandit knows where I am, but this can be overlooked because who doesn’t love a good knitted surprise?

My summer could use more city trips. Living in the shadow of the greatest city in the world (I will fight you on this) makes it incredibly easy to spend a weekend lost and away from it all. Not that I’ve got much to escape from, that is. Long Island is incredible in the summer. The beach breeze readily accessible to an extended hand, the sunny-note morning chorus of sparrows, mockingbirds, and chickadees— these are things I absolutely cannot live without during the summertime.

A few summers back I had an internship with a lighting architectural design company, and I worked late hours most of the summer. It was my first time “in the real world”, and I loathed it in many ways. Things that made it hard to enjoy: waking up at the crack of dawn to sit on a stuffy commuter train for an hour, hitting pavement in heels day after day, watching the sun set on the skyline while I was still desk-bound counting lighting fixtures for a wattage study. The thing that made it unbearable: I couldn’t find the horizon. Our offices were located in the design district, and for blocks in any direction I could look but never find any hint of a horizon line. This threw me off-center more than I could have imagined. Was the horizon that important to my psyche?

I realized then just how prominent a part the ocean has played in my life. I grew up beside it. That fine line where water meets sky is the place I rest my eyes and mind. An infinite expanse of ocean & air. My mind can stretch out and expand as far as it needs to. I consulted one of the smartest men I know about this whole horizon necessity and here’s what he had to say about it:

The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon.

We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

That summer I promised myself I would never live in the city, or at the very least never work there for most hours in the day.

This weekend I rediscovered the wonderful South Street Seaport, where the sea meets the city. It’s a compromise I’m totally willing to make. There’s a beautiful horizon, handsome ships and a whole lot of atmosphere. And oh so many photo ops. The photos above were taken at the seaport, where you can walk down Water Street, stop at Carmine’s, and view the great Peking ship among others nestled in the docks. There is almost always a contortionist street performer (how do they do it?!) and one of the most notorious bridges around- The Brooklyn Bridge (it misses you, Chelsea!). I spent all of Friday afternoon wandering with my lovely friend Nikki (photographed), and we even took a stroll to Battery Park where we visited Lady Liberty and took a photo of the U.S. Coast Guard & Navy memorial.

And we om-nom-nommed free Godiva truffles. Bonus!

The Thinker was a unique photographic challenge: the mighty Joiner photograph. Made famous by Mr. David Hockney, the joiner is a very interesting take on photographing just about anything. Here’s my take on the joiner technique.