About Me
- onesilentwinter
- 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..
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other places of my own
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un found - sometimes you watch a film that is made to break your heart and it does. but you still seek such films, somehow they leave you feeling unfound, discovered...
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February
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- outage
- Temperature
- Study of light 9:15 am
- she gives him wings
- a question of love
- Paris, the city I love
- this morning
- Study of light
- who I am
- the morning's moon
- love loss
- thank you
- Monday with the Sun
- Once - Falling Slowly
- love
- identity
- Sophie
- childhood
- looking thru the wardrobe i seea lampost, do you s...
- A walk
- Sometimes as I go to getup it all hits me at once....
- Snow day four
- Corporate rendez vous
- flowers
- No title
- Heart
- Sigur Ros Hvarf/Heim entry,
- this is wool
- when the cold remains
- Snow day two
- Library
- You'll be old and you never lived, and you kind of...
- Hand B.
- Les mots et L'amour
- Snow
- A Play
- Singing
- The Savages
- monsieur
- sometimes i remember the sweet momentssometimes I ...
- Growing
- Frozen Grand Central
- a celebration
- Study of light 7:43 am
- a good night for
- Sophie
- I like the first day of februaryI even like the so...
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4 comments:
notes on scraps of paper, wrapped at midnight by nervous fingers and left in the pocket of your sweater
hvd
and what did these notes say....
1. How is it possible to find meaning in a finite world, given my waist and shirt size?
2.congratulations on sophie
3. sorry about your car accident. hope you're okay.
votre âme est un paysage choisi
le bonheur a marché côte à côte avec moi.
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