Monday, September 1, 2014


Sounded like Bastille, The Black Keys.  
Looked like parks, early mornings, family.
Tasted like Dunkin Donuts. 
Felt like a hot sun & snuggly blankets.
Smelled like a familiar candle; warm dinner.

"I run in the path of Your commands for You have set my heart free." ~ Psalm 119:32

Returning home. Taking photographs. Many mornings. Stationery. Pride & Prejudice. Living in a town that only exists in my mind. Letters, texts, emails -- all kinds of communication. Black & white. And this very charming photograph of Ryan Seacreast.

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