March 2010
THE DOOR TO MY HEART IS OPEN
ROSE PETALS WILL LEAD THE WAY
A GARDEN AWAITS MY LOVER
FILLED WITH THE BREATH OF SPRING
photo via thisoldman
WILD AND LONELY BEACH
INVITING ME TO RENEW
INHALE FRESH INSIGHT
LOOK AGAIN AND SEE
LISTEN AGAIN AND HEAR
photo via d55lane
THANK YOU D55LANE AND SYLVIEDEMERODE FOR THE FOLLOWING.
YOU BOTH HAVE BEAUTIFUL BLOGS.
THIS IS GREAT ANIMATION FROM A BRITISH ARTIST JACQUIE LAWSON
http://www.jacquielawson.com/preview.asp?cont=1&hdn=10&mpv=3125693
THEY ARE STILL IN LOVE AFTER 40 YEARS
THEY DANCE TO MUSIC IN THEIR HEARTS
THEY DANCE TO MUSIC IN THEIR SOULS
THEY DANCE TO REMEMBER THE GOOD TIMES
THEY DANCE TO FORGET THE BAD TIMES
THEY DANCE AS IF LOVE BELONGED TO THEM ALONE
photo via j’taime,j’adore
SHE WALKED IN THE RAIN
WHEN SHE WAS DEPRESSED
HE HAD LEFT THAT MORNING WITHOUT A GOOD-BYE
NOW SHE WAS WASHING HIM AWAY
photo via j’taime,j’adore
THE MOON FELL FROM THE SKY
THE NIGHT THAT ROMANCE DIED
THE STARS WENT OUT ONE BY ONE
THE NIGHT THAT LOVE WAS DENIED
photo via magicineverydaythings
THANK YOU BARBARAANNE,OHWUURD,ATOZFIELD,AND SPLENDORINTHEGRASS FOR FOLLOWING ME.
I ENJOY YOU BLOGS VERY MUCH.
THE ONLY TRAIN USING THESE TRACKS
IS THE GHOST OF THE OLD CENTENNIAL
IT JUMPED THE RAILS ALL WERE LOST
THAT LOCOMOTIVE NEVER ROLLED AGAIN
BUT EVERY NIGHT ROUND ABOUT TWO
THERE IS THE SOUND OF A TRAIN IN THE TUNNEL
photo via whisperingwillow
“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do...”
THESE PHOTOS ARE FROM BEN HEINE
HE IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE PHOTOGRAPHERS/ARTISTS
I LOVE COOKIE MONSTER
I HAVE A SWEET TOOTH
I EAT A COOKIE A DAY
COOKIE COOKIE COOKIE STARTS WITH C
PHOTO VIA venimosensondepaz
THANKS TO THISOLDMAN AND SOULSACRIFICE FOR FOLLOWING ME.
I VISIT YOUR BLOGS REGULARLY BECAUSE THEY ARE SO GOOD.
“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to...”
WISPS OF STRAY HAIR
ON MY LOVERS NECK
INVITING ME
BECKONING ME
SEDUCING ME
TO TAKE A DRINK
THE BLOOD OF LOVE
photo by grant cornet
SHE RUNS THE LOCAL MARKET
SELLING HERBS AND SPICES
GATHERED FROM THE HILLS
THE OLD WOMEN OF THE VILLAGE
WONDER WHY SHE ISN’T MARRIED
SHE SMILES AT THEIR GOSSIP
SHE’S WEDDED TO THE LOVE OF LIFE
photo via sietesolvas
“Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook...”
I SAW THE DESTINY OF THE HUMAN RACE
AS I DRANK OF THE GREAT NORTH WOODS
THE SCENT OF LOAMY SOIL AND DECAYING LEAVES
PRIMEVAL IN THEIR ORIGIN SPEAKING OF RENEWAL
THE VOICES OF WHISPERING TREES AND CHATTERING STREAMS
ALL JOINED IN HARMONY SINGING OF THE WAY HOME
photo via magicineverydaythings
THEY BELIEVED THEY WORE BORN IN THE WRONG AGE
HE WAS THE MUSICIAN SHE WAS THE WRITER
THEY PLAYED BARS AND STRIP JOINTS SIX NIGHTS A WEEK
THIS WAS NOT HOW THEY DREAMED IT WOULD BE
THEY NOW UNDERSTOOD THOSE OLD SCHOOL LYRICS
“YOU GOTTA PAY YOUR DUES IF YOU WANT TO SING THE BLUES”
photo via artpixie
