The smallest things seem to inspire me sometimes, like the piles of storm damaged tree branches at the end of the street, by the girls’ bus stop. The way they are carelessly thrown into piles, that somehow look perfectly placed. The way they intertwine together, all of them combined, seem as a whole. And the way after a big storm you will see random things up in the trees. Like one time I saw a Bar Stool in the trees, way up there. It stayed there so long, I cant remember it going away, but it is not there anymore. There is a helium balloon it the trees behind my house. It is still inflated, but all the color is worn off it, so it is pure silver, and when the sun shines, it sparkles.
This particular place in my life .....
- Born on February 8
- Joined June 24, 2011
- Seattle, WA, United States