It's dark
It's dreary
like a rainy day in April
or, the thick enveloping fog of October.
These stairs tell a story,
they whisper deepest secrets in my ear.
The stories are one journey.
A journey so long
for stairs that lead nowhere.
It's dark
It's dreary
like a rainy day in April
or, the thick enveloping fog of October.
These stairs tell a story,
they whisper deepest secrets in my ear.
The stories are one journey.
A journey so long
for stairs that lead nowhere.
Current Residence: International Person Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams...I think though I doent know many Operating System: OS X.5.2 MP3 player of choice: Well currently have an iPod thats on its way out Personal Quote: "I bought a shotgun becuase I have time to kill."
Favourite Writers
Edgar Allen Poe
Tools of the Trade
Nikon N75 (soon to be a D80), and the wonderful brain God gave me.