I love graveyards the same way I love sunsets. They both remind me that nothing lasts forever.
This shot was taken in Boston ....but it is now part of Sadima's story.
|Wind in the trees :: I can always see their faces.|
|Tangles....I am always surrounded by tangles|
|This is the Ice Cream Bean Tree that shades the sliding door of my office. When it is blooming there is a sweet, very strange perfume in the air that appears and disappears with every tiny breath of a breeze. |
This tree is making it's first appearance in a book this morning....
where it makes some people sick and not others....and no one knows why.