| Yellowstone |
CancerRenewal, both worry and savior to the grace.Cancer
Youth in hands of division and death,
sparking searches for the fountain,
water imbued with purity
righting faults in the chain,
but there is no magic to this moment. Separations are inconsistent, as the product of an overworked assembly line.
Apple CrispThe wind took up her hair, positioning the strands against her left cheek. With a flick of the wrist, she returned those that went astray behind her ear. Gradually she chose to forgo the formality as the chilled air showed no sign of tiring. Occasionally her face would twist into a grimace, slamming shut her eye to repeal the oncoming lashes wrapping around her head. Many people would have said she was a strawberry blonde, but he thought it ill fitting. Looking at her face he saw a tangle of toasted almonds flecked with vivid cinnamon. The color matched the spots lining the curves of her smile. At times, when he lost his thoughts to the imageApple Crisp
At a StopThe bus struggles to rebuild momentum as I stay. Little more than a film remains, but I'm determined to pursue this coma. Wiping the grease from my nose, this cigarette singes the yellowed skin between my fingers. I could go back. Return as though I was unaware to the feeling, to the events surrounding me. I could, and I plan, but I know these feet won't take me. It's a shame how things can so quickly go astray. How quickly intentions turn into exceptions. I tried to pry the sentiments, seething a foam in my gut, from the actions. I tried to mold the moments into thoughts, but they quickly ran through my fingers, building ever collapsing pileAt a Stop
From the SoundThe sound echoed from ear to ear. The moan of metal, distinct, yet doubtful. Had I heard this utter of morose just now? Sitting naked on a unhealthy, lumpy mattress, slowly my hand went to the right ear of these silent headphones. Removing it, listening, perked as a dog roused to the scatter of a squirrel. Eyes darting from wall to wall, nothing emitted from the shadows. Nothing.From the Sound
“God, what next.” I tell myself as I have once again been taken away from my thoughts of the matters on the screen. The lurid tells of cultures still yet condoning the slaughter of cats for food refilled my mind.
&nbs
| Though it is mostly panoramas I have uploaded here, I don't take pictures all that often. For some reason I've taken to these expansive views, probably because they are the best way I feel I can capture the moment. I hope you can enjoy them despite the fact I don't know that much of photography. Otherwise, I like to write and draw. They are the "artistic" endeavors I spend most time with. I don't upload either very often, though. |
Chewing my lip
Tired
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Chocolate stain
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Thinking of elsewhere
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Thinking of elsewhere
Cheers for the support on my photographs. I appreciate the add to your favourites and please have a shiny weekend!
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Curious about who this Tanake Trang is?
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Thinking of elsewhere
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Curious about who this Tanake Trang is?
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Out come the intestines, and I skip rope with them!
(Sheogorath is awesome, I know.)
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Thinking of elsewhere
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Successful people spend their time figuring out how they CAN, not why they can't.
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