Author Archives: angela francine
i quit my job. (& now i’m saying it ten times fast)
if you’re going to give your two weeks notice, give yourself the treat of being able to board a boat & asap. so you can soak it all in over the tide. that’s right, last week. i quit my job. to start working full-time for 100cameras. this will be the organization’s first full-time paid position. [...]
reckonings: a pillowbook about the time i lived in india and with the gypsies.
i’ve been encouraged a lot recently to share this part of my story more. but this part doesn’t really show the frilly. [or make my attitude look too pretty] which explains why it’s been locked up in my google docs for years & shared only when prodded by a few that promised they would remain in [...]
kids have jobs, too.
meet elle. she’s so cool & creative & talented, and we’ve only ever hugged once. she’s been working with @100cameras for over two years. from intern to music-festival-maker-happer to graphic designer. she lives on the west coast, but our team has felt like we’ve known her all along because she just has one of those souls. [...]
reckonings: the time i thought i was an orphan.
if you want to take a ride, i could stare at your face all night. blinking is the enemy. if this is love. it’s turning me from the inside out. -evolve, by bosc. 100% unedited: an excerpt from chapter one. (chapter one doesn’t have a title yet. do chapters really have to have titles?) — [...]
post-it notes on my mirror. [one]
[january 20, 2010] post-it number one: dear self. make efforts now. to journey your self to the place where you can sense love. where you can sensibly identify the truth of love in all of its complex entirety. that enables the wisdom of consistency within you. so that during the times and seasons when the [...]
post-it notes on my mirror. [four]
[march 8, 2010] post-it number four. dear self, the next time that monster of a snowboarder ransacks you on the side of a mountain, sending your skis upward and frontwards over your head, forcing you into a handless kartwheel. making your left backside break the fall as you skid upside-down the mountain. yes, the next [...]
friendship chairs.
truthfulness is one more invisible fiber that holds people together in humane community. when we cannot assume that people communicating with us are truthful, we cannot live with them in trust that they will respect our right to freedom to respond to reality. – lewis smedes **egg, brooklyn new york. photography by susanna kohly.** – [...]
dearest hackers, please stop trying to steal my identity.
after hacking my bank account three times, now you finagle your way within the IRS system to steal my tax return? i am convinced you all must be having some sort of mid-life crisis to want my identity this badly. there must be 1-800-helplines for this, i am sure. — the dad called yesterday to [...]
feeling alive in the hope of spring.
feeling like i could fly with every light’s rise. feeling like i didn’t do enough with every light’s set. my sweet cousin kristin summed it best: every morning represents my life. & presents the opportunity to write my story right & well & onward. to make the sunsets all right by making the sunrises all [...]
put this on my tombstone, yes?
(how many tombstones can a girl ask for?) i have this thing for seeing the dear ones kick their dreams into reality. as long as i’ve known him since we were younguns in college, tyler has dreamed of building a revolutionary media company. and whelp, he’s went, gone, and dogone done it with his talented [...]
the long run that i keep stashed underneath my desk.
i am so grateful for the serene escapes amongst everyday chaos! such as reading parables & psalms & proverbs & the vulnerably honest writings of the apostle paul & writing thoughts down in curves that chase their own lines around into a full circle & watching friday night lights on my smartphone and running! i [...]
we have the ability.
thinking of cuba today. thinking of our photographers. i’ve had so many conversations in the past seven days about 100cameras and these kiddos and this island. and to sum it all up: there is so much hope! — these photos were taken by an eleven year old boy. these photos can create positive change in [...]
friendly devotions.
friendships (relationships) justmaybe the common threaded theme for the hope in me for the hope in others for the hope in our world that we are all capable of great change through the friendly forces that help move us toward the trade winds. thus, moving us forward & closer to the next & better version [...]
among the community of strangers.
a few weekends ago, i rented a car & made no plans. and i’ll go ahead and wave a flag and surrender that i should’ve done this months ago. to slow it all down. because every so often, i think it’s healthy to make everything stop except for you & wheels & the open road. [...]
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some honesty from behind the lens @100cameras.
i love talking to reporters & new sponsors. i think it’s their refreshing excitement of just discovering the cause of 100cameras. & after some recent various & quality discussions through interviews & conversations, i have been spinning around a common thread from their thoughts. & summarized the main show theme below. [as a standing reminder [...]
remembering india. (a)
just one more reason why i am such a supporter of journals. because these days, i am learning just how much my memory is only a small percentage of reliable: july 2006 i had just arrived at vatsalya orphanage. [atrul, india] tonight i keep thinking about how glad i am that humans are designed for [...]
just around every new york bend.
there are these moments when the absolute best kind of unpredictability happens. & i am obsessed. with the entire surprise feeling. — last night, i went for a run after work. now i should tell you that when i run in the dark [& only when i run in the dark. because, well, i feel [...]
embracing the nostalgia: the beauty of seeing things through.
it’s christmas card season. [aannddd i love my christmas card season!] it always brings this sweet nostalgia. while remembering & writing the ones that helped shape my days. in all past and present and hopefully the future. every year, i sit in cafes. and listen to songs on repeat in my headphones. and remember shared [...]
and my heart can’t be loud enough.
i’ve never really thought about death before. you know, in the intense ways that you aren’t supposed to start thinking about death until you’re older. i thought that it would stay muted in the background for awhile longer. but there is something about the mourning process that makes you think through the realities a bit [...]
