littlepinkmushrooms

The world comes to an end, as I sit here and wait. Everything around me lies at the waste. I want to say more but I'm too afraid, but wait. You can't go, so I stay. You leave me hanging on your last words, and I wait. I wait. I wait. Now my heart is hurting so bad because I know you've forgotten me. Thanks. Now i know what to look for. Cause I'll be sure and find someone who could never forget me or anything about me. I pick up my lifeless body and trudge on through another day, because everyone has expectations of what I should be. I have always been what I wanted to be when you were there, but now I'm not your muse anymore. Everything is ju

So, I was going to get a Journal skin. The only one that really set to my tastes was made for the person who made it. That's like making public art, and then telling people they can't look at it :P Come on, I would really like to have it as my Journal skins, but I guess no such luck as that. For my watchers and people who enjoy my photos, I'm trying to figure out what I should do next as far as what to take pictures of...Share your ideas and leave them in the comments below :) LOVE YOU ALL <3

Can you heart it? It's the wind, and did you see that leaf falling down to the ground? What color was it, and does it crunch under your foot when you step on it, or does it just soften and regain form after it's been pressed flat to the earth? In photography you can hear and see and imagine all of these things, the pictures of trees swaying side to side in a rhythmic motion, the capture of a leaf in mid air between where it was form to where it will die. Colors all around you in the pictures of fall, and you see the disarray of colors mixing in with the green and brown grass. The shapes, the colors and dimensions of pictures can paint a pictu