Tag: lake
floating … {a summer scribble}
I lie down on the lake … Hot languid light: Liquid green at my back, and a face full of sky — cielo. See that blue, though —a broken-open huskof heaven. No place to be.Nothing to say.Two palmfuls of cloud… Let’s just lie hereand be still. ❤
It is well with my soul …
…For no other reason than because it’s Summer, and I’m alive and the world is green and every lake is full of sunset and the fireflies kiss the windowpanes at night, bestowing their gold like anointing oil. And oh — my God — that’s enough. ❤
Potomac Creek, Virginia: Back to Black {& White}
I keep coming back to monochrome: I come back to it like Home, over and over again, in spite of my wandering heart: And I know what people say: That color is Real. That black and white is Romantic. I can’t explain it, but I’ve always believed the opposite to be true… (Do you see […]
