Weekend Links + Reads

Weekend Links + Reads

I have neglected this section of my blog terribly. Which is sad because it’s one of my favorite sections. I’m a firm believer to read outside of social media. To actually take the time to scroll through various websites and read things that strike my eye rather than accept whatever pops up on a newsfeed. I come across so many interesting things I wouldn’t see if I never strayed from social media platforms.

Autumn is here so you may need this boucle funnel-neck coat.

Serial’s third season has started.

Anthropologie’s new autumn collection is something worth swooning over.

Shirley Jackson’s gothic horror novel from the 1950s, The Haunting of Hill House, is coming to life.

Interesting creature mash-ups in a pastel palette.

A cute (and funny) staycation romance.

How the word “OK” became one of the most popular phrases in our speech.

This gorgeous 2019 lunar calendar.

A canvas tote for all your market needs.

The deliberate awfulness of social media.

What have you read this week? Leave a comment below to let us now.

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Shayna Shattelroe

25 years old. Mama to Maddox. Word weaver. Lover of love. Coffee addict. Psychological science student. 

A woman of curious nature, my name is Shayna. I am wild & reserved. Humbled & proud. Quiet & clamorous. Strange & familiar. I live in the trees of New England typing away as lifestyle blogger. You can always find me with a coffee cup in one hand and a book in the other.

Blogging since 2005, I’ve had an innumerable amount of blogs on a vast number of platforms. Finally, I’ve found one to call home: The Lovely Cicada. This blog is a piece of myself I extend to you.

Exploring the Ruins of Seaside Sanatorium

Seaside Sanatorium

Off a quiet shoreline street, a sign reading "Seaside State Park" adorns an entryway. From a distance, one isn't sure what exactly to expect. Trees block it's initial size, giving a little tease before opening itself up fully. The style mimics something of country mansion rather than a home for sick children. The details are stunning with its ornate designs, brick exterior, and stone archways. On a chimney, a nest with an osprey is perched above, chirping. Even in its abandonment, its beauty from its prime still stands out among the cracked glass and graffitied walls. The contrast against the gray skies is beautiful – showcasing it as a gem rather than something unnerving. 

Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium

In the 1930s, architect Cass Gilbert created this place for children with tuberculosis. The setting was considered a masterpiece. The ocean air and sunshine was a huge benefit to help treat the children's affliction. In the 1950s, it became a geriatric home and in the 1970s, it transformed yet again into a home for the mentally ill. Around the 1970s reports of abuse lasted until the early 1990s with it’s finally closing in 1996. Now vines have started overtaking it – surrendering its manmade bones back to Earth. 

Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium

For the most part, it was only us here. Tranquility on the beach, exploring things in the sand. Finding crab parts and little shells with the haunting institution in the backdrop. As I was gazing up at the building staring into a gaping hole with stairs that didn't appear to end – a bike whizzed by knocking me out of my thoughts of hoping an apparition would flutter by. 

Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium

Tranquility on the beach, exploring things in the sand. Finding crab parts and little shells with the haunting institution in the backdrop.

Seaside Sanatorium
Seaside Sanatorium

Modern development is quick. Historic sites are being torn down and revamped daily. My own apartments used to be an abandoned mill I drove past my whole life and even explored in my youth. 

Do you love abandoned places? Do they frighten you or are you hoping to come across something strange?

Brit & Garrett Pregnancy Announcement Shoot

I met Brittni a couple years ago. We lived in the same apartment building at the time. She was pregnant with her second and always had her (then) 2 year old daughter by her side. My son loved meeting up with them in the hallways or outside. They got along well but we never got together until a few months later when I finally decided to go over with coffee in hand. The kids played together instantly and for a year, we saw each other almost every day. Helping each other, letting the kids play together, or finding some place we can go adventure. (Side note: getting 3 kids together to go places is impossible, but worth the struggle. She was so dedicated, she even upgraded her car for something slightly bigger since she couldn't fit everyone). It made stay-at-home mom hood a lot more bearable and we found an unmatched friendship in the process.

Pregnancy Announcement Shoot

Before I decided to do the photos, she told me she was going to have her brother do her photos but he had to back out the last minute due to a change in plans. I told her I would do them for her so we set a day and location. It was perfect, the weather was gorgeous, and the location was in full bloom. There were a couple setbacks like the boards they had were forgotten at the house but the ultrasounds were there and it all worked out perfectly.

The energy between these two were incredible. There were genuine laughs throughout the entire process. Nothing was forced and everything was natural. It was hard to choose photos because so many of them were so silly but that's what made these so sublime. 

Pregnancy Announcement Shoot

I'm grateful they trusted me with capturing these moments for them. Many congratulations for a third little one I can’t wait to meet!

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Shayna Shattelroe

25 years old. Mama to Maddox. Word weaver. Lover of love. Coffee addict. Psychological science student. 

A woman of curious nature, my name is Shayna. I am wild & reserved. Humbled & proud. Quiet & clamorous. Strange & familiar. I live in the trees of New England typing away as lifestyle blogger. You can always find me with a coffee cup in one hand and a book in the other.

Blogging since 2005, I’ve had an innumerable amount of blogs on a vast number of platforms. Finally, I’ve found one to call home: The Lovely Cicada. This blog is a piece of myself I extend to you.