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Lisa. Photographer. Dreamer. Song looper. Wife. Mom to a 6-year-old rabbit named Marbles, and a little boy named Corwin.

This is my personal blog, a place for random photos mostly taken with my iPhone, and the songs stuck in my head. And these are a few of my favorite things.

"There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in." - Leonard Cohen

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I like sleeping in, waking up to the smell of coffee, the beach, the city, complex carbohydrates, headphones, vinyl records, making lists, old movies, staying up 'till 2am, the smell of new books, road trips, witty banter, scarves, subtitles, singing in the shower, tongue-in-cheek humor, laughing 'till I cry, and bunnies.

All photos are mine unless stated otherwise.
©2009-2012 Lisa Llarena. All rights reserved.

Sunday, 3:34pm.

Sunday, 3:34pm.

Thursday, 8:38pm.

Thursday, 8:38pm.

Saturday morning, 20 minutes ago.
I’m now back in our suite, in between dancing and singing along to Forget You from Glee’s last episode with my eyes closed. Because I can. And because there was a lot of bacon involved in breakfast earlier that you can’t see because I ate it faster than I could snap.
One hour before today’s shoot.

Saturday morning, 20 minutes ago.

I’m now back in our suite, in between dancing and singing along to Forget You from Glee’s last episode with my eyes closed. Because I can. And because there was a lot of bacon involved in breakfast earlier that you can’t see because I ate it faster than I could snap.

One hour before today’s shoot.

Was treated to lunch at the hotel we shot at yesterday. Insanely lavish buffet spread, best I’ve ever seen, and each dish tasted better than the last. If I had known, I would’ve skipped breakfast, and maybe even dinner the night before. My first stop was the dessert station, of course.

Was treated to lunch at the hotel we shot at yesterday. Insanely lavish buffet spread, best I’ve ever seen, and each dish tasted better than the last. If I had known, I would’ve skipped breakfast, and maybe even dinner the night before. My first stop was the dessert station, of course.

Wednesday Tuesday evening.
(You know it’s bad when you’re losing track of your days.)

Wednesday Tuesday evening.

(You know it’s bad when you’re losing track of your days.)

All photos are mine unless stated otherwise. ©2009-2012 Lisa Llarena. All rights reserved.
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