Ferns were the object of my photographic desire when I reached home. No explanation, I just found myself falling in love with them ...
This photograph, there was so much wrong with it but I love it. I'm tempted to get it printed Huge.
There's been a wee bit of blogging done by my self tonight. I'm trying to turn my curious gaze away from all that is wrong in the world and find some kind of peace of mind.
But wait ... there was something I almost forgot. This article was out there this morning and I loved it. It opens with, and yes, I added (or girl) ...
Date a boy (or girl) who travels. Date a boy who treasures experience over toys, a hand-woven bracelet over a Rolex. Date the boy who scoffs when he hears the words, "vacation," "all-inclusive" or "resort." Date a boy who travels because he's not blinded by a single goal but enlivened by many.
Lena Desmond, extract from Date a Boy Who Travels
