Aug 3, 2011

all over the world

life is a dream; a different perspective.. a different reality. something from my journal- 

"...I imagined myself as I am, a man spread shirtless on a cliff, chest up to the sun like some golden offering, and I imagined time was nothing, and my will (as calm as a breath) became me as I became as static as a stone, some intricate part of the landscape."

hairfall by our secret waterfall
opposite the waterfall. together they flow, and fall, and crash, and become
n, our child, & i. auckland, july '11.

By Matt Caplin with 27 comments