I love your "morning" stories - you write more of your early hours than any other, and always create such a textural picture that I feel I could step into it. I also feel a space left by the stores that had to walk away - and all that's left are closed doors, empty windows and a vague guilt that I unintentionally didn't do enough to support them.
"Yes, the way I feel about being a woman in the South is the way I feel about the oleander that blooms in June: though it's said that the sap, even brushed against one's skin, is toxic, I carelessly break the branches, stick the ravishing flowers into my hair..."-- Rosemary Daniell
What I'm Reading Now...
Savage Beauty, The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay
3 Things not left unsaid:
Just hanging out...
I so love the crown on that woman... I have one and it's in my bathroom of all places. That's what happens when T cleans up quick!
And as always, the black and white intrigues me.
Great shots, SG.
Your Friend,
Candace
I love your "morning" stories - you write more of your early hours than any other, and always create such a textural picture that I feel I could step into it.
I also feel a space left by the stores that had to walk away - and all that's left are closed doors, empty windows and a vague guilt that I unintentionally didn't do enough to support them.
Love that black and white shadow shot!
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