
today i just wanted to share this amazing photo i found. this is china. isn't it amazing?

i suppose time creeps up on all of us. i saw myself in a picture not long ago and i thought wow, that's not me. i have blond hair and wear a size 4. Even looking into the mirror it doesn't really connect. i hate it though. not the fact that i have changed but the fact that others cannot see me in the way i do. i still feel 16. i still think of myself as blond. i know that i have grown and changed, that i understand things in ways i did not as a youth, but i still have dreams and desires, some of them may have matured a bit but they are basically the same. i wonder if others feel the same as me. if in every old lady you see there is a tiny ballerina wanting to get up and spin about. if only they could.


raindrops
quiet tree lined streets
scootering through puddles
reflections
girls and umbrellas







we must take our picture with marie -for mom. we'll smile even though our hearts are breaking.
