This is, without a doubt, the best image ever. This is our Erestor. And when he's older and crabby and hardened by the world and desperately missing something that he'll never say out loud, the jasmine will remind him that "Hope was behind, and ahead . . ." (love that, by the way).
Everything you touch is filled with such lovely, careful hope - just enough, never too much. You hold the sadness and transform it into a subtle reminder of beauty. Your images always bring me into the present and won't let me forget that something remarkable is about to happen.
". . .the light of a thousand candles." I can feel this, and then the coolness as he climbs up, and the water.
Forget the week, this little story made my month/year. Have you considered going into the muse business? I hear there's quite a need for it right now.
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Date: 2009-03-11 05:37 pm (UTC)*faints again*
This is, without a doubt, the best image ever. This is our Erestor. And when he's older and crabby and hardened by the world and desperately missing something that he'll never say out loud, the jasmine will remind him that "Hope was behind, and ahead . . ." (love that, by the way).
Everything you touch is filled with such lovely, careful hope - just enough, never too much. You hold the sadness and transform it into a subtle reminder of beauty. Your images always bring me into the present and won't let me forget that something remarkable is about to happen.
". . .the light of a thousand candles." I can feel this, and then the coolness as he climbs up, and the water.
Forget the week, this little story made my month/year. Have you considered going into the muse business? I hear there's quite a need for it right now.