....the woods are lovely, dark and deep but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep and miles to go before I sleep *Robert Frost* Picture taken at the Ancient Forest, British Columbia
I'm not a complete wimp...I did have my eyes open the majority of the trip. I'm being dramatic. It is a freaky thing to know that you could plummet to your death multiple times on a voyage.
Funny thing is that I told my husband about my dream and how beautiful it was before it turned to ash. I said how everything beautiful fades, disappears or turns ugly. That was the pity, the blah, in me. I see that in these pictures however, I captured ever lasting beauty. In that, there is hope for today.
It's a cool and crisp September morning. Birds still lay warm in their nests. The sun rises silently. It feels like it's greeting me personally, saying a quiet hello. "Hello" I whisper back. I wait patiently for the world to come alive. Silence
