A Darkroom Diary

I'm moving into darkness. My scope as wide as a butterfly wing turning into hurricane winds, but I remain unfocused. 4 photos were printed tonight. A blur in each. Some integral part. While I accept that moments are fleeting and my tears blur everything in between, I still need your light.

Darkroom Diaries

Rest in Peace © 2008

Running Woman 14

I ran trying to repair it... dove into my headphones under the trees over Mr. Robinson down by the haven up into a forest and then stopped at 5 miles realizing I'd have to run for days.