57/365 :: Monday 26 February 2018
I've had this Edgar Allan Poe quote hanging in my bedroom for years, but I don't know what really draws me to the quote. I do love that little raven with his heart hanging from his beak.
58/365 :: Tuesday 27 February 2018
one year later. I tried to line up the image but the wind wasn't really helpful. it's weird how different things can become in such a short amount of time.
59/365 :: Wednesday 28 February 2018
I pulled into the cemetery because I liked the way one of the headstones looked sticking out of the half-melted snow close to the road, but then I couldn't remember which one it was by the time I parked. so here is a broken angel instead. I love these statues so much.
60/365 :: Thursday 1 March 2018
Luna is my favorite, and finding this in my mailbox made my day!
61/365 :: Friday 2 March 2018
I am still surprised that I've kept this plant alive for six months. (and I had to move the skulls - recurring theme this week, apparently - because they were starting to weigh down on my bookshelf a little too heavily.)
62/365 :: Saturday 3 March 2018
these skulls hung in my bedroom for a while before hiding in a box for about ten months, and upon finding them again, I had to find somewhere else to hang them!
63/365 :: Sunday 4 March 2018
tear the grey sky down for being
colors that you find displeasing
call someone to punish the wind for blowing without your permission
all these things will come to pass
the everlasting does not last
like the world that built you just to walk on your back
Dear Metal Skeleton by Adrienne Hatkin, Noah Engh