Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Too Quiet


Cabin

Every day when I'm walking in to work, I have so many things in my head to write about. By evening, I can't apply myself to one more thing, and I don't write. 

That's sad to me, but maybe it wouldn't even convey what one image can.




1 comment:

Dad said...

Ah, the textures of the familiar.
Somehow comforting.
Luv, Dad