Sunday, January 25, 2009

oh captain, my captain

I am thinking about 1920s feathers in my hair and what it must have been like to be Zelda Fitzgerald. I am aching for another time, per usual. Life is strange these days. I am waiting on a change that I feel is coming from somewhere inside a bone or two. I am beginning to wonder what Anais saw in Henry, anyway, except for that I know. But we all learn our lessons one way or another. Right now, I just want to take the time to enjoy all things.
Blogger is being mean and won't let me upload photos, but I have some new little paintings to show involving my favorite sort of tree. I will show them soon!

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