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“No Love No Glory”

Ahh… haven’t heard this in a long time, this sound…this sound.

I keep waking up at 5 in the morning and watching the sunrise.
And I remember last year around this time of May I kept doing the same thing. One time I did not sleep for two days and at 5:30 in the morning took my camera and walked around my neighbourhood.
Still did not get any good sleep but got a few good photos. That makes it okay.

Some photos in my dreamy state of mind two mornings ago, watching the sun rise behind the mountains.

And here’s something good to wake up to.

My little stalker

And here’s a little haiku I wrote not too long ago

I swallow my thoughts
For I do not know of his
We are silent still

I love this girl

I was walkin’, I was talkin’, I was lookin’ outside my window and saw the sky was cryin’.

Yep.

I was walking with your left hand in my back pocket
And I stared at the sky while you kissed me
And you were running away, away from everything
And I stayed behind so you’d miss me
And all these words would sound so sweet
I could care less about you
Care less about you
And I love the sound of you walking away
And I can see clearer and I’m getting closer
To finding out to just who I am without you in the way
So hold me
But only for today
Despite my best ambitions
I get into the worst situations
But here I am crystal clean
And all my nights are lonely
The words I say to you are phony
Cause there’s nothing left to say
I know you say you can’t live without me
And every single night you think about me
I could care less about you
Care less about you
And how I love the sound of you walking away
And I can
See clearer
And I am getting closer
To finding out just who I am
Without you in the way
So hold me
But only for today

Jessica Lea Mayfield

Yes, I do find something familiar in these worn down, beat down old bricks.

Sun at my back, and the heavy camera by my side, I ventured off into an older part of New West, a place which always deserves and gets my attention.
There is something hauntingly beautiful about these old buildings, as if no one lives there and nature is waiting to take its toll.

Photos

“Strange as a dreamer’s mad imaginings”
- Percy Bysshe Shelley 1821

Exit.

I want to walk into a storm and see what’s on the other side.