lemon smile you bear a disposition of ignorance of beauty your vibrant arms enclose me an embrace of warmth melting the frost layered upon me in a cold world without you vivid ablaze with perfection what would this world be? frozen, numbed no sun to thaw the envy the bitterness the betrayal the imperfection of humanity Olivia, writing (and photographing) on a whim… Continue reading imperfect
Photo credit: me a swelling of the heart – every inhalation brings. sweating of my palms, of scalding fires when I see you. your piercing eyes burn, infusing my world with the sweet fragrance the crisp taste of something mysterious and new. this must be love goldenchild31 Continue reading must be love
skin deep chestnut cracked and dehydrated crimson canopies burning catching alight as they brush the sun goldenchild31 Continue reading crimson canopies
enveloped in lilac flower are the faeries awaiting an agapanthus bloom goldenchild31 In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Enveloped.” Continue reading enveloped
Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything. – Aaron Siskind In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Forces of Nature.” real beauty elegance can be seen only in nature. the innocence of a rose the peace of a leaf. the … Continue reading force of nature
monotone canvas painted a hostile obsidian with raven feathers enclosing, protecting the wet acrylic pure, rich black one inconsistency: a dirty yellow moon unfulfilled, floating. an accident on a monotone canvas goldenchild31 Continue reading monotone canvas
an infinite mass of deep blue occult and mystery ever resonant flavours in an unfathomable abyss gradually melting into the depths of the earth goldenchild31 Continue reading into the depths
ivory saffron melts into lilac blush fragile fingers, blemished reach towards a luscious nectar effervescent champagne tears dapple wounded petals verdant greens contrast starkly goldenchild31 Continue reading ivory saffron
titian blush seeps through ethereal clouds igniting, smoldering gliding across forest canopies. mystery of decrepit dwelling its occult its secrets concealed by twilight at witching hour goldenchild31 Continue reading witching hour
floating in an infinite sea of atoms, it drifts by crisp blue daisies it brushes the sweet plum tree, whipping through the soft fur of a bear and falls into its new muddy womb, the seed, ready to grow again… goldenchild31 Continue reading grow again
the undergrowth. 