Phoenix : a mythical bird that never dies, but is reborn time and time again from it's own ashes. the phoenix flies far ahead to the front, always scanning the landscape and distant space. it represents a capacity for vision, for collecting sensory information about our world and the events unfolding within it.
Sometimes, when one is buried in beautiful wedding photos and smothered by deadlines, you have to stop everything and go through photos you took on a trip over five months ago......
You know how there are certain people in your life that are more like pieces of your heart? Meet 4 pieces of our hearts that live in a far far away land called Ohio: Ryan, Martha, their kids Cady and Lennon, their fur child Oscar, AND (not pictured, but existing nonetheless) their bun in the oven. Having a piece of me live across the country is one of the most painful and indescribable experiences this life could possibly inflict on a heart. It's a level of homesickness you can only understand by first hand experience. And I hate every minute of it.
If you've come to my blog to look at pretty wedding photos, keep scrolling -- you'll find them.
But it's been a while since I've posted anything personal... so there you have it.
"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night."
>> Edgar Allan Poe <<
I am a daydreamer and a night-thinker.
My imagination is wild and untamed.
Inside my head, exists a world quite unlike this one - full of mythological creatures, oddities, and weirdly beautiful sights.
Sometimes, I set my imagination loose on this world............