points of light
shootin' through the tree-stained vines
it draws me in
to catch a fistful of wind and chime
[...]
poised, unrefined
delicate and loosely lined
oh i am a dreamer
but i'll deny it til' the day i die
Dec 13, 2008
heal for the honey
Posted by Gaia at 2:37 AM
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I like your photos. Just like your writing, they are revealing and speak the truth.
thank you kindly~ however, i cannot claim recognition for all the writings: what you see in italics is usually lyrics from a song (or part of a poem) that i think goes well with my photo.
I was actually talking about your personal little thoughts throughout your blog. Kind of like little pieces in a puzzle..
oh :) that is a nice way to put it.
maybe just me, but i like the way it looks like the delicate dandelion is steadfast, surrounded by bleak harshness under an unforgiving sun. granted the framing makes it that way, but that's just how i see it.
nice shot.
i liked the way in which some of the tiny fluffy umbrellas were still tenaciously clinging to the stem, despite the wind. at times you do find strength in the smallest, most unexpected places.
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