PAIGE NELSON

My name is Paige.

I'm an aspiring photographer with an insatiable curiosity and an appetite for the fantastic.

This blog is dedicated to my greatest passion- photography. All of the photos on here are mine unless otherwise stated.
163/365: The Death of You and Me on Flickr.Via Flickr:Let’s run away together
You and me
forever we’d be free
free to spend our whole lives running
from people who would be
the death of you and me
cause I can feel the storm clouds
sucking up my soul
-Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds
One of my favorite days so far. You gotta view this large.

163/365: The Death of You and Me on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Let’s run away together
You and me
forever we’d be free
free to spend our whole lives running
from people who would be
the death of you and me
cause I can feel the storm clouds
sucking up my soul


-Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds

One of my favorite days so far. You gotta view this large.

144/365: Summertime Sadness on Flickr.Via Flickr:
Lana Del ReyI think I’ll miss you forever
Like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies
Not really sad, I just think that song is so beautiful.
I edited this awhile ago…think it might have been from Day 118. Uploading for the sake of catching up…which increasingly seems like a daunting and near impossible task. 
I may have to take this project at my own pace and cheat a little here and there. Hope you guys don’t mind.

144/365: Summertime Sadness on Flickr.

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Lana Del Rey
I think I’ll miss you forever
Like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies


Not really sad, I just think that song is so beautiful.

I edited this awhile ago…think it might have been from Day 118. Uploading for the sake of catching up…which increasingly seems like a daunting and near impossible task.

I may have to take this project at my own pace and cheat a little here and there. Hope you guys don’t mind.

132/365: Tiger Mountain Peasant Song on Flickr.Via Flickr:To banner fair 
To follow you softly 
In the cold mountain air 
Through the forest 
Down to your grave 
Where the birds wait 
And the tall grasses wave 
They do not 
know you anymore 
Fleet Foxes
I am FINALLY caught up! :)
Feeling restless…a lot of things are about to change for me. Photography is my escape from reality, however brief that may be. For that I am forever grateful.
I got a little carried away and  accidentally flung my remote into the grass. I spent a good 20 minutes looking for it…

132/365: Tiger Mountain Peasant Song on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
To banner fair
To follow you softly
In the cold mountain air

Through the forest
Down to your grave
Where the birds wait
And the tall grasses wave
They do not
know you anymore


Fleet Foxes

I am FINALLY caught up! :)

Feeling restless…a lot of things are about to change for me. Photography is my escape from reality, however brief that may be. For that I am forever grateful.

I got a little carried away and accidentally flung my remote into the grass. I spent a good 20 minutes looking for it…

118/365: Comfort Me on Flickr.Via Flickr:
Feist is such an inspiration to me.
“When you comfort me
It doesn’t bring me comfort actually
When you comfort me
True life in haiku
And balances of phrase
Out of the blue
And meaning shown to you
Where does sadness see?
The mirror has a mirror in his teeth
That’s what sadness sees
Big sky, tiny bird
And when the paragraph betrays the word
Big sky, tiny bird”

118/365: Comfort Me on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Feist is such an inspiration to me.

“When you comfort me
It doesn’t bring me comfort actually
When you comfort me

True life in haiku
And balances of phrase
Out of the blue
And meaning shown to you

Where does sadness see?
The mirror has a mirror in his teeth
That’s what sadness sees

Big sky, tiny bird
And when the paragraph betrays the word
Big sky, tiny bird”

116/365: Hand in My Pocket on Flickr.Via Flickr:
I don’t do many photos looking at the camera, but I wanted to express something honest. I swear this song was written about me…story of my life.
Please, please, please view larger on Flickr. Or you will miss so much.
I’m broke but I’m happy, I’m poor but I’m kind
I’m short but I’m healthy, yeah
I’m high but I’m grounded, I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful, baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be fine, fine, fine
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I’m sober, I’m young and I’m underpaid
I’m tired but I’m working, yeah
I care but I’m restless, I’m here but I’m really gone
I’m wrong and I’m sorry baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything is going to be quite alright
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
What it all comes down to
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a peace sign
I’m free but I’m focused, I’m green but I’m wise
I’m hard but I’m friendly, baby
I’m sad but I’m laughing, I’m brave but I’m chicken shit
I’m sick but I’m pretty baby
And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to, my friends, yeah
Is that everything is just fine fine fine
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab
-Alanis Morissette

116/365: Hand in My Pocket on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
I don’t do many photos looking at the camera, but I wanted to express something honest. I swear this song was written about me…story of my life.

Please, please, please view larger on Flickr. Or you will miss so much.

I’m broke but I’m happy, I’m poor but I’m kind
I’m short but I’m healthy, yeah
I’m high but I’m grounded, I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful, baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be fine, fine, fine
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five

I feel drunk but I’m sober, I’m young and I’m underpaid
I’m tired but I’m working, yeah
I care but I’m restless, I’m here but I’m really gone
I’m wrong and I’m sorry baby

What it all comes down to
Is that everything is going to be quite alright
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette

What it all comes down to
Is that I haven’t got it all figured out just yet
‘Cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a peace sign

I’m free but I’m focused, I’m green but I’m wise
I’m hard but I’m friendly, baby
I’m sad but I’m laughing, I’m brave but I’m chicken shit
I’m sick but I’m pretty baby

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano

And what it all comes down to, my friends, yeah
Is that everything is just fine fine fine
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab

-Alanis Morissette

114/365: Caught a Long Wind on Flickr.Via Flickr:
Breathe in…breath out…just let it all go.
Little bird have you got a key?
Unlock the lock inside of me
Where will you go?
Keep yourself afloat
Feeling old until the wings unfolded
Caught me a long wind
Where will we go?
Keep ourselves afloat

114/365: Caught a Long Wind on Flickr.

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Breathe in…breath out…just let it all go.

Little bird have you got a key?
Unlock the lock inside of me
Where will you go?
Keep yourself afloat
Feeling old until the wings unfolded
Caught me a long wind
Where will we go?
Keep ourselves afloat

35/365 on Flickr.
Via Flickr: So right before I shot this I noticed my Diana was missing out of my camera bag. I felt a little bubble of anxiety well up inside me since it was a gift from my mom. I went back and combed the location where I shot yesterday with no success. Just as I was about to give up, I looked up and it was right in front of my face sitting on a fence post. The same thing happened with my sunglasses awhile back…this field plays mind games.

35/365 on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
So right before I shot this I noticed my Diana was missing out of my camera bag. I felt a little bubble of anxiety well up inside me since it was a gift from my mom.

I went back and combed the location where I shot yesterday with no success. Just as I was about to give up, I looked up and it was right in front of my face sitting on a fence post. The same thing happened with my sunglasses awhile back…this field plays mind games.

Hubba Hubba Bubba by P.E.N. Photography on Flickr.
Via Flickr: Day 6.Today was my first day of work. Filling out that work availbility sheet felt like I was signing away my soul for the summer. Long gone are the days of no responsibility.Feeling a little nostalgic for the good ‘ole little kid days, I walked into 7-11 today and went straight for the candy. Got myself a ring pop and some hubba bubba. 3 pieces of hubba bubba later, a sore jaw, and countless attempts to blow a decent sized bubble. Tah-da! No one’s going to burst my bubble now. Musical Inspiration: It’s My Life- No Doubt

Hubba Hubba Bubba by P.E.N. Photography on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Day 6.
Today was my first day of work. Filling out that work availbility sheet felt like I was signing away my soul for the summer. Long gone are the days of no responsibility.
Feeling a little nostalgic for the good ‘ole little kid days, I walked into 7-11 today and went straight for the candy. Got myself a ring pop and some hubba bubba.

3 pieces of hubba bubba later, a sore jaw, and countless attempts to blow a decent sized bubble. Tah-da!

No one’s going to burst my bubble now.

Musical Inspiration: It’s My Life- No Doubt