not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

storms come (and go) suddenly

i am sitting at my desk
expecting the outside world 
to be as i left it

in an easy moment
i look up into a storm
it rails against every window

what else can i do
but shout for joy?

you know nothing, erin
you are so small

yes, yes~


  1. it is an oregon winter beginning here, my favorite kind of foggy mornings where no one can look back and no one can see too far ahead, we must focus on what's right in front of us :)

  2. excellent photo, makes me feel your storm. i have my own.

  3. the largest kind of small. steven


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