Monthly Archives: July 2011


the gold is wrinkled and worn.  but its scars tell a story.  one I would much rather hear frankly.

sending love to any shiny spirit who was ever made to feel less than beautiful.

go gently.


o! canada!

o canada

my home and native land

I spent your day strolling through mega fauna and snap snap snapping.

gawd keep you glorious and free!
o canada, seriously, stand on guard for thee.