A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And,in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow-

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope had flown away

In a night or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand-

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep-while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

- Poe

The grass is always greener...

I was lying face up on the lawn in the backyard beneath my favorite tree... I don't even remember what kind it was... thinking about the long day of packing we had just endured, how tomorrow we would leave our pretty blue haven near the vineyards, and noticing for the millionth time how peaceful the grass and trees become in the early evening. The ocean breeze was blowing the trees softly above my head, the sun showing signs of setting (the most beautiful part of the day back at home), and I was alone on the lawn... tired, a little sad, and... with my camera.

A camera's ability to entertain is endless. "Oh look! A tree above my head! Let's take a picture." Suddenly you see how much more beautiful a simple tree can be when it is focused upon. Grass is suddenly what your depth of field has been daydreaming about, and sunglasses are now models (but sunglasses have an endless reputation for being making people look 'cool', so it's no wonder that they're so cool all on their own ;-).

I'm rambling. It's getting late, that's why I'm letting the romance surface slightly onto the blog. Tomorrow I'll regret it. How I make myself laugh. :-)

Maybe I'll put up my "better" grass pictures later. That sounds funny.

Longing for the days of summer

I love the sun. That's all I have to say for now. I miss it. That, and my ocean also.

Who can resist a goggle wearing blonde boy?

(I can't)

Little Dude

He flirts with me every Sunday across the aisle of the church building. He shunned me for a little while at first, but I think I might have won his heart after he won mine...I believe this is attachment.

Some things need no further explanation outside of themselves.

Her Little Man

Sisters are often guilty of having a dangerous amount of fun with big cameras.