saturday road. - I am going on an adventure, the open road. A small one, just a day really but life can change in a minute so image a whole day full of minutes…..
- i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..
Monday, September 22, 2008
trying to convince you i am not made of stone
i started this blog a year ago, it was a place of my very own, a place i could write things that troubled me; pain, heartache and loss. it was also a place where i discovered that in those things lay something beautiful something that cried desperately to live again fully.
it is a year now and not too much has changed yet nothing is the same, i walk around as if i made of stone and that i will not be affected by peoples actions or words- then feel my heart ache when ohers treat me like so.
i am not made out stone, i am not made out of stone iam not made out of stone... i am not