perhaps the fairy's just stepped out to pick some wild berries and nectar for their supper..
looks like we just missed them...again.
~ August, telling tales of autumn right around the corner ~
~the subtle change in the tree's as if they are speaking directly to me.~
hanging out in a old forgotten cemetery, just me, my camera,
and sweet time.
~a favorite pair of boots, and hat.~
~freedom to live happy,
and be exactly who we are.~
It is only when we silent the blaring sounds of our daily existence that we can finally hear the whispers of truth that life reveals to us, as it stands knocking on the doorsteps of our hearts. ~K.T. Jong