Veins   Like veins of a leaf, Our lives are pulled in countless directions, Split into many decisions, The same can be said for the land, With its losing battle against the man and their insane need for waste, The veins are the paths that are taken or left, Its life, just as fragile and delicate, The land may continue but the lessons are in plain...

... ocean, nautical, tropical, seashell, borders colored, borders ornamental, bow, bride & groom, cherub, contemporary, destination, dove, castle, fairytale, formal, elegant, floral, calla lily, daisy, leaf, rose, orchid, handmade look, heart, religious, scroll, and neutral. The last one is neutral because it emphasizes clarity, simplicity, and the message itself. Of course, ornate letters can be imposed...

  The last two days have been very thought-provoking for me. I’ve been thinking about the person I’ve been over the past couple of years, and how I act towards certain people and the way I treat people...many times. But this time I am going to be the best person I can be. And I just hope I can live up to my own expectations of being a better person, as well as everyone else’s.   Thanks.

...with the smooth lines of the pendant.  If I tried to make the beadwork too intricate, it would make the whole piece overbearing, and I didn't want that.  So I stuck with the multi-strand, switching the leaf sides.  The only adjustment is the two dangles around the pendant; vine-like.  The glass of the leaves against the silver of the pendant actually makes a very nice sound.    

Осенью воздух особенно прозрачен, а из-за этого все кажется неправдоподобно четким, и хочется снимать городские пейзажи. Задворки с яркими оранжевыми ящиками подходят в самый раз. Сухие листья добавляют осени в картинку.

День отлета в Маями. Сошли с корабля, взяли машину, поехали в полюбившийся с первого визита парк "Фрукты-специи", тот что рядом с Майами. Кроме того, что там кормят тем что созрело в парке, можно ходить...и что Тим проспал/проел в самолете все время, то вообще волшебное. Смешно, что мой скудный набор дежурных испанских фраз раскрылся за два часа до отъезда, когда он уже никому был не нужен

... cars, and wind, You hear the scratchy call for ice cream. Since you are focused on the sidewalk, you Fail to see the truck slowly rolling by. There is a chill in the air and you pause. A drifting leaf tumbles across your path Not bound anywhere in particular. The graceful leaf turns and twirls, leaps and halts Caught by the rhythms to a silent Waltz. Along its way another leaf joins in, Slowly...

...textbooks. Hehehe. It was heavy but whatever. I felt like my brother. Once, he bought home a whole stack of books on the Holocaust. School ended and stuff and I got home. On the way, I picked up a leaf and used that as a book mark. Nice. Mom's friend came over from Boston so I can't go to this high school with J and Jude. Mom planned to go shopping all together for bed sheets cause mine has a HUGE...

I woke up this morning and sorted my laundry for the trip to LEAF // back home. One of my shirts smelled like my dad's deodorant. I think they're the same brand, which gives me this weird melancholy feeling that hasn't been around in awhile. And just now, watching House, he went to his father's funeral. He turned to Wilson and said, "My dad died" in the most vulnerable voice. And I said, "Mine did...