I can taste spring on my tongue.
I want to bare my skin to the sun and let it feed my soul.
Walking this evening I soaked in the vista of ocean stillness,
and so still it was,
it reminded me of ice.
Fading pink sky,
the chill of early evening, anticipation in the air,
of winding down the day.
Today I took some time out with my camera,
and photographed my surroundings.
A little insight into my day.
|the tool and the impression|
|the making of a journal cover|
|i completed this journal today...|
|tea stained paper in the press|
|a selection of tools|
|tools of the trade|
|tiny bindings, dressed and undressed|
|Tea for the paper|
|Tea for me|