There was nothing especially jolting about this picture. It was something gentle. The way night comes on in the summer. The soft shadows on her young skin. Her hair billowing out of her bun. The baby hairs that caressed her neck and shoulders. Her sweet jumper. Her unconsciously chosen bracelets. And her delicate necklace. No make-up. No earrings. Relaxed. Easy. Like Sunday morning.
Like Sunday morning.
Fixed on her blackberry.
Friends. Laughter. Youth. Sunshine.
comes the overwhelming
your lovin' arms
and my skirt strewn
while we lay in the grass at 3am
to watch the stars
and dream up
There is something so romantic about trains. So powerful. Steel wheels in motion on steel rails. Barreling through the world. Through landscape that I dream about. So serene and hidden. These machines that snake all over our beautiful country.....are so delicate in other ways. The slightest mis-adventure and they are finished.
Here are some pics over the last little while. Seems as though my photo diaries are becoming a trend. It feels good to express my life and things that interest me through pictures. It feels honest. It feels like the way I can never seem to put the right words to explain my crazy little heart.
It feels right.
So much love. Every day.
Even when it's hard.