Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, perhaps even my favorite day of the year. Although I’m not always proud to be an American, Thanksgiving is one thing I appreciate about America. Here is documentation of our Thanksgiving this year.
Because I think cranberries are so pretty when they’re cooking…
Only three gourds since we’re a small family – one for each of us.
Loooveee pumpkin pie…
As I walked along on an Autumn day and took this picture, I couldn’t help but think of Beach House’s Walk in the Park
Thinking perpetuates thinking
What’s past, what’s ahead, what’s now?
Questions unanswerable, but knowable.
Floating in time
I was rescued by the past
The present doesn’t exist
And the future is too far ahead
Dabbling in a bit of poetry…here’s the first of a few to come.
Start. Stop.
Always fading.
Consistency hides in the background,
peaking out when it desires.
You. Me.
One, two. The same? Separate?
Similar, and each our own.
But together once in a while
Loving, hating
Never liking
Talking in whispers
Scared of what might come out
Always hoping
Never satisfied
With the constant almost
That defines our ways
Regret, fulfillment
Too scared to accept either
So both lurk above
Our very distant bodies
Forward or backward
Which way do we go
When uncertainty leads the way
Time will tell our fate that lies ahead
A nice little video encapsulating Blue Is The Warmest Color, such a beautifully emotional film, along with the best song in the film, Lykke Li’s “I Follow Rivers.”
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