It's been one of those days where I haven't had a single moment to take a break to post. And then like magic I happened upon Ryan's beautiful blog and the inspiration came pouring.
Ryan's dreamy images from a recent trip to a local tea shop are just the soothing touch I need to end my hectic day.
In my next life, I'd love to be a photographer. There's something so special about capturing a moment in time and interpreting it through your lens.
I like photography for the same reason I like poetry. It attempts to grab hold of a feeling and make it last forever.
Do you think it succeeds? Or is its meaning a living, breathing thing that changes over time?
Sweet dreams, lovelies. It's just about that time for me to reach for my lamp and turn off the lights on this day...