The journey. |
We drive into the sunset. A burning stretch of orange light sears across the horizon, compressed into the earth by a dark sky filled with cloud and thunder. Forward motion rocks the coach with the rhy...
Posted by kirstie on Thu, 08 May 2008 05:43:00 PST |
Between cloud and concrete. |
The city in the rain; a love affair between cloud and concrete.
On my way through the city, it started to pour with rain. Not the weak wispy kind, the good kind of rain. The rain that will roll down ...
Posted by kirstie on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 03:46:00 PST |
Vixen vulnerability. |
With a sudden jolt she lifted her head as she sat in her window, and heard the sounds of the fox's cry. It pierced through her like a cold blade, cutting into her as her warm quivering breath clung to...
Posted by kirstie on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 06:38:00 PST |
Venice |
My favourite photgraphs from Venice: ...
Posted by kirstie on Sun, 29 Oct 2006 10:18:00 PST |
