Interesting kid. He just stood there, in all his darkness, nobody around him, only him and his thoughts.
Geeze! I use my eyes for my photography. I should sue these people for pain and suffering. How can anybody do a translation like this?
Lately I’m associating a lot of things with love and its unexpected nature. If it exists, if it is meant to be, it will most likely slap you in the face with brute force. Nothing tender about the realization of it. Its nature is to simply be, breaking thru walls and containment. Just like this green life, sometimes, it would surface in the most arid of places. Just to be and be experienced.
Sometimes, that’s how I feel…
Love starts as a bud, and then the whole tree is full of it. Love is flowering.
This must be the ugliest home I’ve ever seen in my life. I stood there, on the road, looking at it and grabbing for my camera. And I thought: regardless of what I believe, this was home to somebody, and dearly so.