Scarlett Red Letters

A blog about a girl who drinks a lot of coffee, laughs too much and daydreams all her life.

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[Letters are are generally a very positive curse]

I have always had something for letters. The fact that someone takes the time to thoroughly think and immortalize their words into paper thrills me beyond explanation. Maybe, this is just for the romantics or for the cynical, but it woos me how a moment can be kept forever young in the simplest of ways as it is capturing it all in tint and paper. As I read past letters that I treasure the most I can easily go back to those thoughts , feelings, and people. As photography has been an art and a way to connect with the past and the present moment, this lost art of letter-writing will always be a way to remember where I’ve been and the people who have constructed my present self. A letter is always better than a phone call. People write things in letters they would never say in person. They permit themselves to write down feelings and observations using emotional syntax far more intimate and powerful than speech will allow.

We live and breathe words… It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Words are things of beauty, each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with other words to create powerful spells.