the passing years haunt her,
cling to her heart–
like mist on a web
Mist
Tag Archives: photography
things to collect
old bottles
wishes
tea cups
and
words
creamers
marbles
and
thoughts
Dream
how could i have known that i would dream of you night after night?
Industrial Beauty
a different kind of beauty
One Look
it was one look, but it was everything
These things lately
farmers markets
falling leaves
mocha coffee
Maira Kalman
blue jeans
Earth, Wind and Fire
(the group–because Boogie Wonderland–but also…)
spinning earth
roaring wind
and raging fires
A little break
I will be taking a blog break and will see you again sometime next week.
Be safe and enjoy the late summer days.
See you soon friends.
Excerpt
How early in the year it begins to be late! It matters not by how little we have fallen behind: it seems irretrievably late. The year is full of warnings of its shortness, as is life.
from The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau
Ferocity
she was a wild and tangled mass of ferocity
Lately
insects that look like green leaves
dreams that hang about like languid strings
soap that smell like sweet roses
laughter that soars like paper airplanes
spanishwoods 