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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..

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

a barber

as we sat there pencils in hand
i turned to him and said do you want to be a fireman
no he replied
maybe a fisherman i said
what about a barber
to hairy he said

it was good to laugh like that.

1 comment:

dia said...

Was that Nicholas?