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.