Ashes and Snow →
Explore it when you can devote everything to it.
As much as they drive my crazy sometimes, I can’t deny my grandparents were the color in my Christmas. I can’t wait for next year.
Not Yet, Dearest, But You're Getting There
I have known you but little in the years of our flirtations. A sly glance and a handful of chance meetings through a third party. But what of you? Our brief encounters left heads buzzing with praise, and yet my mother still does not like you. Still now, in our courtship I have kept our dates few and far between a morning jaunt or a mid-night quickie Are we both sad to see the...
So many beautiful pictures →
Captured in less than a second, lives on for all eternity. What could it be?