You’re more credible when you’re being openly despicable.

You’re more credible when you’re being openly despicable.

  • 1 year ago
I made a Pav…

I made a Pav…

  • 1 year ago

I Am The Sound Of Leaves Falling.

I am the glow of stars at night. I am your dinner boiling over. This is the caravan of aches and pains. This is life. This is running away. I am Peter Pan, refusing to grow up.
I am everything at once. This is how it’s done, no it’s not. This is my broken heart. These are my muddled thoughts. I am getting lost. I am a strange bug with a fuzzy tail.
Sometimes I walk in the rain. Sometimes I just get wet. I am the sound of waves crashing through the sleepless night. I am the moment a blister pops. I am Bilbo Baggins, on an adventure.
I am in the sunrise. This is a spiderweb wrapped around my face. I am the death of a child. I am the cancer and the tears. I am tingles of sadness. I am tingling.
The river runs like a cold bath. I am staring at glowing embers. I am a glow worm. I am lost time, forgotten time. I am worthwhile. I am Don Quixote, the knight errant.
I am a pretty French girl at the bus stop. I am a pretty French girl on the bus. This is what ten hours of knee high mud feels like. This is what walking fifty kilometres in one day feels like. I am swimming upstream with a pack on.
These are the birds and the sounds they make. This is five days of rain. I am unexpected. I am the kindness of strangers. I am the joy of deep fried food. I am doomed. I am Thoreau, deep in thought.
I am a pretty French girl in the future. I am relinquishing control. I am hope. This is life. I am friendship. I am spontaneity. This is life whizzing by. I am grasping at straws. Starry starry night.
I am the claws of the wind. This is a coincidence. There is no such thing. What constitutes literary merit? I am Emily. I am Rajiv. I am Gina, Dan, Christine, Kelsey, Bruno. I am Walter. I am wild horses. I am the red thread holding everything together.
I am a wild animal. I got too close and now I am a ball of spikes. I am new seasons freckles. I am here and this is now. I am me. This is the sound of leaves falling. These are my muddled thoughts.

  • 1 year ago
The artist tells his audience, at the risk of their displeasure, the secrets of their own hearts.
-R.G. Collingwood-

The artist tells his audience, at the risk of their displeasure, the secrets of their own hearts.
-R.G. Collingwood-

  • 1 year ago
Big tree.

Big tree.

  • 1 year ago
A temporary community…

A temporary community…

  • 1 year ago
So much to see everyday…

So much to see everyday…

  • 1 year ago
A nice place to stop for lunch.

A nice place to stop for lunch.

  • 1 year ago
We cannot afford not to live in the moment.

We cannot afford not to live in the moment.

  • 1 year ago
The club house…

The club house…

  • 1 year ago
A welcome change from knee high mud…

A welcome change from knee high mud…

  • 1 year ago
A truly good book is something as natural, and as unexpectedly and unaccountably fair and perfect as a wild flower discovered on the prairies of the west, or in the jungles of the east.
-Henry David Thoreau-

A truly good book is something as natural, and as unexpectedly and unaccountably fair and perfect as a wild flower discovered on the prairies of the west, or in the jungles of the east.
-Henry David Thoreau-

  • 1 year ago
“I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous man, the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the man in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable.”
-Henry Miller-

“I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous man, the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the man in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable.”
-Henry Miller-

  • 1 year ago
Sur la route!

Sur la route!

  • 1 year ago
Just your casual everyday 100km walk on the beach…

Just your casual everyday 100km walk on the beach…

  • 1 year ago