Silent night.
Voice in flight.
Perceived despite
what you might
believe.

Off to the land of Nod,
without urge,
without prod.
No terrace, no facade
to hold a lightning rod.

 

My camera fascinates me.
On the downside, my ego has grown tremendously.  

My camera fascinates me.

On the downside, my ego has grown tremendously.  

Looks like I’m changing the direction of my bangs.  Again.