Tuesday, March 27, 2012
So...apparently I missed a few days, and my 30 days are up. As far as my English project goes, all that's left to do is write a paper...yay. As far as this blog goes, my feelings are mixed. I definitely don't have the time to post everyday, that was a bit much. But I suppose I'll keep posting photos as I take them, though not as often. For my readers, I would love to get some feedback! Any suggestions/comments/advice on this blog, if I should keep it up, change it, ways to improve it, etc.? I know you're looking. Is there anything in particular you'd like to see? And my comments are open, you don't have to have an account to comment. Just saying.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
cause it reminds me of a childhood friend I had, and we used to go to garage sales together.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
The girl wraps shivering arms around herself,
Her skin scraped raw by a coarse dress, and a
Thread bare cap covers scraggly hair.
Have fled, leaving behind a puddle of
Blood still stains her
Fingers grip a scrap of bread
Close to her gaunt chest between the
Crevices of her ribs and shadows
From a tiny lick of flame.
Her head pounds with each
Step through icy water.
Eyes crawl on her skin in the gloom
Wax scalds her skin, dripping
Lost in the filth beneath her feet.
Shadows press around her, and claws
Snatch the bread, the cap,
Tears the cloth and hair in a frenzy,
Jagged nails rip her parchment skin, and
Leave her there, curled naked.
She leaves the streets behind her
Gentle leaves, softer than her mother’s touch
Lull her, and she sleeps, cradled by gnarled roots.
Sharp stars fall around her frozen body,
Glinting like coins.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
This image is part of a series, one of four. As a child, my favorite thing about going to the park were the swings. Once my dad taught me to pump my legs, and lean back, I could go as high as I wanted. Sometimes I would close my eyes, lean back as far as I dared, and imagine myself in the clouds.
To see the other three of the series, click here: