Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern. ― Frank O'Hara
Pretending
Pretending I was
Across the sky
Riding clouds of thunder
Till the weight of collected burdens
Dropped me.
And I on the ground,
No longer light
But clinging wet and heavy to the earth
Till time separated me and
I was light Enough
to rise and pretend again.
Pastime
Hi,
I’m off next week to hopefully find fresh scenes and a fresh perspective. My girls just wrapped up the school year, and a little extra space and time to transition into summer is what I’m taking. I’m sure I’ll be shooting photos and resisting the urge to post them all.
Have a great weekend and subsequent week!
Archived Daisies
2021, Rental House in Bellingham
Something audacious about making this image monochrome, when the sky was the brightest blue, and the greens, shocking. We find little acts of rebellion everywhere ;-)
Archived Mountains
2021, North Cascades