Saturday, April 24, 2010


Trace your hand through the sand.
Smooth like a gull glides on the cirrus.
Until you are struck by grains so miniscule,
But they hide in the crevices,
And later when you go to wash up they empty out of your pockets.

It's chilly but you go for a dive on a dare.
The icy water hits you so quickly you missed a chance to breathe.
But in lesser time,
Your body is accustomed to the coldness and comfort returns.

The sun smirks as is fries your cells,
Melanin drinks in the rays like a famished animal.
You are leather like your father's briefcase.
Tiny colonies and speckles appear across your nose.
But your soul is soft with the joys of summer.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

The Wolves

Two amazing musicians..Bon Iver and Ellie Goulding.

She did a cover of his song and someone made this lovely collaboration.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Easter Sunday

Today my little sister and I explored a local reservoir, made a boat out of bark and sent acorn passengers out to sea. I'm glad the weather is warming up while a nice cool breeze also blows. It's perfection.

I'm not very fond of portraits taken by cellular pardon the poor quality.