Friday, February 12, 2010

It's a hazy afternoon A far pink cloud hangs over the hill, unfolding like a rose

If you hold my hand and sit real still
you can hear the pitch grass, as it grows...

Its no joke though :(
Everyday of this past week I have been wanting to go out for a shoot to a place I have in mind
and  each afternoon that darn sea mist creeps in
and makes it all look grey and lifeless :(

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