Pink bicycles and the summer time breeze.

Change is good but it can still be scary.

Photography.

Anywhere my journal and a pen is makes for a happy place.

Somehow I always end up making a mess when I clean my room but I prefer to call it an “organized mess”. 

I made this again today. Sigh I really love baking :)

I always seem to be reading more then one book.

Day 15: Love

Today the word was love. I am suppose to take a photo of love or what love means to me but I just can not do that. Love means more to me then just an intense feeling of deep affection or sexual attraction. Love is something that just happens. Even smallest of ways, no matter how you describe it, it is always just love. It is something that a photo can not truly explain, something that a poet can not truly articulate, even something a painter can not perfectly draw. Love is described by the little things. Things we do not always realize till they are out of reach or the things that just give you the warm feeling of happiness. A photo can not describe what love is. A photo can only describe a part of it. A part of the larger meaning of love.

I went looking for grass and instead I found a cat. I am okay with this :)

My lovely parents, they mean so much to me.