A scale, a mirror and those indifferent clocks.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

The times we had. Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow. Were not all bad. We put our feet just where they had, had to go. Never to go. The shattered soul. Following close but nearly twice as slow. In my good times. There were always golden rocks to throw at those who admit defeat too late. Those were our times, those were our times And I will love to see that day. That day is mine. When she will marry me outside with the willow trees. And play the songs we made. They made me so. And I would love to see that day. Her day was mine.

You, Appearing.

Lately Ive been realizing that family is something that will always be there. Whether or not you get to see them that often or if they live in the basement of your house they will always be there. Recently I have just vistited most of family if not all of them out in a small town in Italy. Its different having family that you don't always see everyday. I found it appealing the natural bond we had when living together. Even though they missed out on so much of my life growing up, we were still able to have this connection. I mean we are practically strangers to each other yet because we're "family" we push through and are just there. I dont usually take photos of my family but here are a few. All 35 mm color.