Keep Calm and Beethoven On: Vacation!

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Vacation!

Hi! I know I haven't posted In a while, but I was on vacation in Michigan this past week and decided not to try and do blog posts because there was no internet at the cabin we were staying in. But I did take a ton of pictures! Michigan is so beautiful and we had some rain and some sun and a foggy day on the way home, so I got some great pictures.

One of my favorites. 🌞

My cousin, Mercy.

I love the colors in this one. 🍁🍂🍃

My younger brother saw this leaf and remembered I was obsessed with water on leaves and came inside to tell me. It made my day.

Another favorite.

My aunt lives in a village called Central lake, and it was a beautiful, calm place to be.

I love this one so much. I'm obsessed with the rain, and the headlights, everything.

Another one of my favorites.

5 comments:

Margie MarinoOctober 14, 2014 at 9:10 AM
I love these, especially the 8'th one down. :)
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Willa NicoleOctober 22, 2014 at 4:42 PM
Love the water on the leaves ones!
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Company Registration DelhiJanuary 8, 2015 at 10:34 PM
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In my dreams, I see words. They float around, just out of my reach. I wonder what they say, what story they tell. What lesson they teach. But even as I more forward to reach them, they pull back, not wanting to come out. A secret running away from it’s keeper. But when I wake, I feel them. I can almost hear them. The words. They fall upon me, begging to break out onto the blank page of my notebook. But then, I fall to the ground, defeated by the words. Because the words are too strong. Too powerful. But still, beautiful and fair. And though I know if I go any closer, run for them, I will fall. Because gorgeous as they are, they are deadly. They will kill me when the story comes to an end. Because all words have a beginning and an end, but the end is always more brutal. For the end, is when the story’s heart stops beating, and when it does, it takes a piece of my soul with it.