Wednesday, September 25, 2013

The Concrete Jungle

I've traded my forest for a concrete jungle. Home never looked so shiny.

A whirlwind affair with the urban sophisticate that is Manhattan before settling down to the rugged mountain wilds seems both appropriate and necessary. And boy does New York know how to make you feel alive.

Your island damsel,

Monday, September 9, 2013

Everything Believed In

The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in. 

 Olivia Howard Dunbar

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Never Surrender


east by land

west by sky

the winds are a-coming and i am a-going