birds

it's 6am and i couldn't sleep because of a poem by charles bukowski-- also the sun. it's rising and there are birds singing and for just a moment i can pretend that i am elsewhere, the time is different and everything is a little bit more like this imagined summer i spent in georgia. oh, look at that, i've said far too much.

(pictured below: liam fitzpatrick, lindsey vanorman)





(cows, farm, maddison county)

(mohawk mike, birthay party, cake)