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the light pierced the horizon and I stood transfixed. It is hard for the heart to witness the birth of a day, and harder still to remember it. Thousands of tiny crystals bursting into light. sparkling sparkling in the morning air. My breath made clouds around my head and it felt like flying.
The hunters made noise in the woods and I had to run run run in the frosted air, shards of ice exploding under my steps (microscopic stars seeping into the dark solid earth). Like a deer, like a hare. To the safety of my house. My heart wanted to stretch and grow like a tree to reach the sky-roads, the bird-paths. I wish I could leave it behind, instead of wrapping it in woolly scarves, and putting it in a wooden box lined with cotton and feathers. But it is too fragile. Too fragile to witness the birth of a day that is bound to die too soon.
p.s. pictures taken with my new Fuji Instax Mini.
p.p.s. I've reopened my Formspring.
The hunters made noise in the woods and I had to run run run in the frosted air, shards of ice exploding under my steps (microscopic stars seeping into the dark solid earth). Like a deer, like a hare. To the safety of my house. My heart wanted to stretch and grow like a tree to reach the sky-roads, the bird-paths. I wish I could leave it behind, instead of wrapping it in woolly scarves, and putting it in a wooden box lined with cotton and feathers. But it is too fragile. Too fragile to witness the birth of a day that is bound to die too soon.
p.s. pictures taken with my new Fuji Instax Mini.
p.p.s. I've reopened my Formspring.
such beautiful pictures! i love the sunrise when the grass is frosted <3
ReplyDeleteThe sky in the first is so beautiful... x
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This is so beautiful. You have such a talent for writing, although i do miss your artwork terribly xox
ReplyDeleteI love the way you spin your words... :)
ReplyDeleteAnd your beautiful pictures. ^^ You inspire me.
It has better to have loved once than to never have loved at all. It is a comfort that after the longest night there will always be a sunrise, however painful it becomes when the colors start to fade into grey. Run, little deer, your destiny awaits you. x
ReplyDeletePS: I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO SO MUCH.
Lovely shots. I know how hard it is to capture the perfect exposure with the instax, so I admire the skill in these. xx
ReplyDeletegreat landscapes
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures and beautiful words. You are surely full of magic!
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The words you used in the text combine exactly with the "image-feeling". Beautiful beautiful pictures, they have a very soft and calm atmosphere.
ReplyDeleteThose photos are beautiful! About how expensive is the film for that camera?
ReplyDeleteYou have such a way with words. Your blog is beautiful and dreamy. Never stop writing, dear. :) Followed. xxxx
ReplyDeletei love this little world of yours! it's so sweet and melancholy yet beautiful. such a relief from all the depressing emo dark stuff around! it's a nice discovery while during my early morning exam crams :)
ReplyDeleteMJ, you are phenomenal. Your words and photographs always make me catch my breath.
ReplyDeleteThat last picture, especially. It is my favourite sort of weather; winter sunshine.
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what a fabulous pictures. love your words.
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