update: reached explore #3! :)
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
I'm too psyched about this photo to wait until tomorrow to upload it. I'm thinking of doing a whole "rooftop" series, whatcha think?
Anyways, got this beautiful ballerina from Bea Douglas. The sky is from my own stock and that's its real color that evening (and the airplane is really in the shot)!
Give love and view large? Please and thank you!
The number 3 in explore is huge for me.haha. Thanks everyone sooo much! Wouldn't have happened without your love :)