Mak finally attacks!

Okay. It’s here. I have done it.  I am now an open book (well, sort of).

Today I feel like a black and white horse. Please enjoy my current favorite tune.

["Zebra" -Beach House]

Beach House at the Palladium in LA (October 17th)

It is a very intimidating matter, to blog. Even the action of blogging sounds so silly, who came up with that label?… reminds me of “puking”.   Anyhow, a lot of people do it and I don’t know why I have made a big deal over it. I suppose I am realizing what a closed-off person I truly am and I have made a promise to be more open with my thoughts and feelings. And what is a better way to be more thought-probed then this? I would like to attribute it to a fellow (and beautifully talented) photographer, Sara for showing me that a certain intimate expression of yourself is very intriguing. As well as, and most importantly, the current world traveler (and ET/WW friend) James Hamigon. Whose insight continues to inspire.

In case you were wondering…
I, Michaela Joy Franz, age 25, has recently moved to the west coast. Now residing in a modest bungalow with my parents, on a horse ranch, and we all share one bathroom.   Perhaps you are shrugging your shoulders and screwing your brow with an  “eh, what gives? grow up! deal with it…”  which is why I believe my current state to be a commonplace among many of those around me.

I am also trying to live presently.

As well as photographing the beauty of NorCal.

I am enduring a full fledged “quarter life crisis”… therein lies most of the grapple around my forthcoming chatter. Take it or leave it.

(and you know there will also be wine involved)

I hug trees, big ones.

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