15.8.11

The Girl Under the Trees

I’m the girl who grew up in country side, smelling like fresh rain and fields of flowers. I explored the woods, climbed hills, and soaked my feet in running stream water as a child. I’d savor the smell of burning firewood and collect rocks from the lake behind our home, I played with the little fishies and carved my initials on our family tree. I’d play with the baby foxes and come home with tracks of dirt. I spent time by the burning fireplace, reading novels and warming my little cold feet. I grew up sleeping under the moonlit sky filled with shining stars and waking up to a fresh blue canvas painted with perfect clouds. Every night marked the start of a new beginning, and every morning began a new chapter of my life. I locked each moment in the pages of my mind, and here’s a little tribute to those wonderful, colorful days.Time for icey lemonade, sun glasses, and sandals :) Got out early and thought I’d tread down our main road. Came across pure blue skies with whiskey clouds, yellow flowers, and big black birds. You can see one of them in the background of this picture. This photograph makes me want to jump right into it, running with flapping arms and hair—soaring as the wind flies past me—just letting go and being free.
She sits under the willow tree, behind the picket fence. Her hair is made of gold, and cheeks of rosy red.Little toes sunken in fields of grass, Birds and butterfly prone,She’s not so different from all the rest,Just trying to find a place in a lonely world.
Dreams are an escape to a world entirely ours. We create them, cherish them, wish upon them. Do we live them? Everyone has dreams, the ones that live them are the ones courageous enough to make them reality. Dare to dream even if you are afraid, live your dreams even when people tell you not to.

I thought a collection of photographs from my old blog would be a good way to start out :)

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