another monday is upon us. i'm still thinking about the weekend and the long walks through the cobbled streets of our neighborhood. the subtle shift of the morning light and the warm, rich hues of the falling leaves. time moves fast in slow motion.
Look at everything as if you're seeing it for the first or last time. ~ A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
1.2. prospect park pond: joseph o. holmes
if you were a tree what kind of tree would you be?
mine: weeping willow. i know, what a surprise.
what a dreamy bohemian affair
that blouse! and a new haircut, perhaps