the light

she left a week to roam
your protector's coming home
keep your secrets with you
safe from the outside
- fleet foxes

they just caught the light...
the disappearing light of sunset at kommetjie.

a way away

some time spent in kommetjie.

 

 it was windy.
but something about the line of the horizon turning into the mountains made me burn with awe.

the mist came in

took my camera to the atlantic. the mist was lovely, a-normal and still, the sun beat through it.
these, by me.

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blue

i got some pics printed today from a camera i'd never used and film that i thought was expired. ordinary kodac colour on an ordinary film camera. this is what came out. pretty ordinary. but blue and holidayish.

monamie.

there is something quite beautiful about being your most vulnerable. ghost tears, take it or leave it.
but most beautiful is the rawness of a response and the remanufacturing of a new idea.
of taking that vulnerability and turning it into something brave, different and soulful.
throw your inhibitions to the ghosts and show what you have. your pride is your only enemy.

birthday

we took a walk.

cuppa larf

some days one wakes up on the wrong side of the bed. that happened, and i grumpily decided to look at some blogs and was led to this one. now there is no such thing as a wrong side of the bed because i am smiley and ungrumpy after looking at this joy. so the same: click here for cuppa jesse's treats.

are those, is there

everytime you get a drink
and everything you go to sleep
are those dreams inside your head
is there sunlight on your bed
- the national.

the sea floor

i'm going to build myself a home on the sea floor, if you don't mind. i intend on drowing out everything that should not and cannot be important and leave that which is beautiful and quiet and as it should be, if that's ok.
and i'd like to stop kissing your ass too, if you'd allow that.

alright, i'll be going now.

boomerang

boomerang, waiting for it to come back to me