Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Summer Serenade

when the thunder stalks the sky
when tickle footed walks the fly
when shirt is wet and throat is dry
look, my darling, thats july.

though the grass be leather
and prickly temper tug the teather
shall we postpone our love for weather?
if we must melt, lets melt together.

~a physical and spiritual reflection of mine and his summer.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Croatia on the Sea

The last day of English camp clouds thickened and collagulated over Bakar 's skies. So I flew to the streets with my camera. At night in the Corzo of Rijeka.

Zander has taught me so much about myself and life. Like "dorks are cool" and "you can hear from the voice of God today" and "sleeping in the baptismal room during a sermon isn't neccessarily a sin".

At the Bridge down below from sarah and stevo's (2 of the most generous people).