My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The storefront looked abandoned. A rusty padlock secured the entrance, and a crazy quilt of plywood was nailed to one side of the display window. The other side was coated with a thick layer of grime. Someone had written, “Wash Me,” with their finger in the dirt. A hand-painted “For Sale” sign, tucked into the … Continue reading Upwardly mobile
Blue on blue vista Sapphire to lapis ombré Watercolor wash
So, lay me down Let the only sound Be the over flow Pockets full of stones ~ Florence Welch, Florence and the Machine, "What the Water Gave Me" This scene and the song lyrics seemed very appropriate to me for this time of year. I live in a tourist area along the Gulf of Mexico. For … Continue reading What the water gave me
She looked over her list, crossing off another address before moving on. Folding up the yellow, legal pad page, she tucked it into her pocket with her other notes. At the next intersection, a neighborhood flyer was tacked to a lamppost. She ripped it down, not even leaving a torn corner scrap of paper. The … Continue reading Making a list, checking it twice
She lived inside her head, A snug space, comfortable but lonely. In time her solitude took up too much room. She reconsidered being a hermit, And went outside to change her mind.
“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.” ~ Rabindranath Tagore Adorned in diamonds Débutante spring cotillion Her dance card is full
Thin spiral notebook 