September 2, 2009
Finale Splash
With the always beautiful, Zoe.
Collect the bad habits,
That you couldn't bare to keep,
Out of the woods but I love,
A tree I used to lay beneath.
Kiss teeth stained red,
From a sour bottle, baby girl,
With eyes the size of baby worlds.
The days are getting shorter, busier, colder. Aside from a nightmare-ish experience with the battery dying as I shot a butterfly, life has been dished decently, fairly.
Photography has become a side hobby again; painting's taken reigns. Writing is challenging especially when everything is there but words. I'll manage.
Photography has become a side hobby again; painting's taken reigns. Writing is challenging especially when everything is there but words. I'll manage.
