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2008-10-11

Reflection

Reflection, those little moments when you're not doing anything particularly exciting. You turn your head just slightly to the side and get pulled into a realm where the past catches the present and becomes the future you couldn't even have wished for. "How did I get here?", I think to myself.



Surely this place I find myself has to be a dream. Just look at the colors, the shapes and textures. The context of the setting, so picturesque yet as a print wouldn't go for 10 cents on an online shop.



As if this world was created for me alone. I put the rake back to the ground, and pull.

You get a lot of ownership when you work the land or even just pass over it from day to day. I have never felt as connected to the downtown where I work until I began to walk 4 miles a day, 3 days a week over lunch. After just a few months I saw some graffiti and thought, what are they doing to MY city. The weirdest part was I meant it. This is MY city!

Just as with the effort I put into our yard. This is my home. I am proud, I am lucky and as my hands are rubbed raw with pulling leaves I feel as if it worth the pain 3 times over.




I love the fall. Always a great time to get lost in thought.

1 comment:

  1. I love you! The front yard looks awesome today!!!!!!!!! (too bad itll be covered in leaves by tomorrow! oh well!)

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