it rained from early morning to late into the evening and still today it rains. the fog is character, a living thing here on the hill, always coming and going. sometimes i wish i could make a coat to wear from the fog, perhaps then i would be in the clouds for certain. the last few days maybe do to the books i am reading or the films i have watched, my mind, thoughts and heart have travelled back to a time where each day had four seasons, heartbreak, love, passion and fear. I have been telling myself while being told, do not live in the past it is what is ahead that is important, yes i suppose. i get caught up in beautiful pictures and words so often that i become afraid i will mix the present with the past, that someone will surely think i have lost it, that my mind has failed. sometimes i think that too, i think that my mind is giving up on me for it knows i live through my heart always.
*pictures were taken after eight in the evening, in the rain & fog. the before last image just happened ( well they all just happen )but i like it, so i included it. my mother in the photographs.