I am not a poet. For the life of me I can’t hear meters, even if I read if for hours knowing what it is.
I’ll be honest, life has been rough recently.
For those of you who don’t know, I have Lyme’s disease, which, among other symptoms, can cause depression.
It was an incredibly warm day in January, and the sky was prone to frequent drizzles. I had pieced together this outfit and wanted to shoot it for the blog, but soggy earth and limited energy left me unable to go very far from home.
Tuesday marked my first year of blogging, and it has been a crazy year.
I started out strictly as a style blog, taking pictures indoor against a wall because I was too weak to go outside…
When I shot these photos last November it was my first time being able to do much of anything in a month.
Lyme has dropped my body temperature to a degree or so below normal, and it causes issues with my heart from time to time.
Wind. Invisible, ever moving. It tramples trees and dances with dandelions. We know the wind. We see the wind. But we can never catch it.