Twiggy rides a bike.
Two orbs shimmering under the depth of an endless twilight.
Radiating sodium orange soft-floats down and lands on rooftops
slowly filling them with a golden glow of serenity.
The silhouette of right angles and structured dreams
Fade into the background hiding bright castles and shadowed dungeons.
Although I’m not the least bit anxious,
I am alone
Breathing in the weight of the world not yet sleeping.
The pure ecstasy of that transition
Slowly melting its way between each brick
And forming a pattern that all may follow in its image.
Aboard the structure of this vision
A clockwork evening breeze sets sail
Forcing the body to spin webs from its fingers to protect its cargo.
Memories are a passenger.
They travel from sea to shore and dictate the passage of time with their essence.
They remind us of our lost, our departed.
Out beyond the seawall.
I love waiting for the evening breeze.
The way it roughens the skin over time
There is no comparison to this.
There is no escaping it.
And it whispers to you sweetly
The secrets of human existence.
Have you ever pondered the weight of human existence during that magical time right before late becomes early? This is an homage to that feeling. A routine I find myself falling towards all too often.
Oldie but a goodie. Finally got the picture of me back from the trip to Achadinha Cheese last winter. Mmm… goat. :-)
@kettlewallace is on a plane. Snakes not included. (Taken with Instagram)
Mom’s handmade dumbwaiter #baller #diy (Taken with Instagram)
Found this pic at grandpa’s of my folks wedding. Cray cray. (Taken with Instagram)
Max closeup (Taken with Instagram)
Max (Taken with Instagram)