Silhouette of a Girl

I picked up a faded old photo.  It held the image of a girl sitting atop a post.  Nothingness surrounded her but a faint horizon.  Her legs crossed at the ankles.  Hands folded in her lap.  Hair framed her face.  Not a true smile but faint like the horizon.  Her gaze was direct.  So ambiguous.  but equally understood.   It is my treasure.  My understood stranger.

Prickly Horizon

Last night the rains and winds altered my horizon.   It's time to try something new.  Off with the head of FaceBook and all the time it absorbs into nothingness.   Perhaps this will encourage me to write, record and change my routine.  When asked now... 'Yes'.  I have a website.  Enjoy if you wish.  No expectations on likes, shares, or followers.  If it is a dead end road, so be it.  They are quieter.  

must add... ran across this quote I had saved searching my 'files' for images.  Fitting.

We all live under the same sky, but we don't all have the same horizon. ~Konrad Adenauer