I heard the soft hum and thrum of the bees.

Wandering armed with camera and a hello I ventured upon a man slipping into a bee keeping suit, I asked him if I could watch him remove the honey, and I did. I made my way all around the little red hive, it was humming with the distressed bees weaving patterns back and forth from the hive. I would venture close and sing to myself,       

I'm just a little black rain cloud 

Hovering under the honey tree
I'm only a little black rain cloud
Pay no attention to little me
Everyone knows that a rain cloud
Never eats honey, no, not a nip
I'm just floating around over the ground
Wondering where I will drip 

The classic Disney piece. The honey was golden and perfectly formed into the little octagons kept in harmony with the eggs surrounding them. It was a beautiful collage of living, birth, and substance. Absolute perfetion. The way honey tastes when it settles in your mouth, like a symphony of taste and color.

Those things called Angels Kisses.

I am enchanted by freckles and it seems as though all my friends are just smothered in beautiful angel kisses, my secret favorites are the ones on shoulders, even my black friend Anna has freckles on her shoulders. So I catch them, non intentionally through "film".

Biking with no knowledge.

I have been working at a little bike shop that resides on center street, its floors are sun lightened amd creak with the any movement. Big windows embrace the front of shop and anywhere you look bikes deck the ceiling and the floor. Its a place for men and the stray woman. Being the only girl who works there I have been thrown into a World of pedals, Zerts, and guys. The guys know everything you could want to know about a bike, and things that really wouldn't concern the average biker and i dont think any other thoughts besides those of when they are on a bike or building one. Shelby, tried with no avail to teach me how to build a bike, I watched and asked him questions while he pointed little metal things then no longer talked about a bike and just built it himself. Garret was a more diligent teacher he wouldn't touch a thing and wouldn't answer my questions until I attempted first, always with difficulty and complaining. I was even interrogated if I had ever picked up a weight in my life, I had to admit that I truly have'nt. These guys tease and bug me like brother would, but luckily I get only brief hours with them. Well I am a bike shop gilr with no knowledge, well litte, and apparently a Hipster.

                                                                 Well that's all Folks.

The Tale Of Hillsdale.

Beauty captured within the moment.

pink love notes.

I just witnessed and received little pink love notes, love optional. Makenna Daniels, who appears often in this received about 2 million from secret Bonnie's, I think the whole world has a crush on her. And i received about 7 from Cole Allan, thank you boy it made Valentines day enjoyable!They were for love, and love will just keep popping up all day long. But do you put love on the line? Admit your heart? Perhaps. It just has to returned or else your day of love, or single awareness day would be a crappy one for sure.

So to every adorable person in this whole World, today is for love. Just to love. And be loved in return.

imagine. Complainte de la Butte.

La lune, trop bleme, (the moon, too white) pose un diadème (puts a tiara) sur tes cheveux roux. (on your red hair) La lune, trop rousse, (the moon, too red) de gloire éclabousse (with glory splashes) ton jupon plein de trous. (your ragged underskirt) La lune, trop pâle, (the moon, too pale) caresse l'opale (caress the opal) de tes yeux blasés. (of your indifferent eyes) Princesse de la rue, (princess of the street) sois la bienvenue (be welcome) dans mon coeur brisé. (in my broken heart).
Listening to this, I see a girl about 17 dancing in the rain covered side walks of Paris that are drenched in moonlight, "too white" as a boy who has loved her for years sings about her as she dreams of the World where she is a princess. Barefoot and destitute she hums along with him still swinging in the stars with her dreams and wishes.