“My feet are planted in the waist-high reeds
In the shadows in the shape of trees
Through the kingdom’s smoky leaves
You’d be laughing too if you could see
On the outskirts long and lean
Not baring gifts on a jet black steed
Beautiful never mattered to me. It just wasn’t on my radar. Useful, kind, strong, faithful, disciplined, imaginative, bold, funny- these things were. They were the things I wanted to be….
(365 Day 85 Photo) I love the surface of this concrete on the breezeway. It’s all mottled looking and cool on bare feet. I love it when I take a…
Played around with tiltshift on a few photos from my trip in August. The second one is my favorite.
(Old Friends, 365 Day 135 Photo) Here’s some old friends. They’re the kind of friends you know well and can stare you down and hold you accountable. I keep saying…
Not bad, huh? (Mrs. Darcy – Inspired Cardigan or Prometheus’ Penance, day 122) It looks so prim and sedate. But knitting this was a trip, especially in the last few…
I mean, I can’t see it when I look at these. (365 Day 134 Photo) But, I know the truth… about my utter laziness with ttv photos lately. I know…
