Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

sorry... felt like posting that poem.... i've felt like that a lot lately, like, oh it would be so lovely to stop here.... but i have promises to keep and miles to go before i sleep.... no further explanation to that poem besides that....

i went to take pictures today. it was beautiful. i went to the park in front of St. Peters and everything is so calm and still..... i know most people long for someone, they want someone to share every beautiful thing with. well... i must admit it would be nice to have that, but i did enjoy the time with myself. it's you and the trees. you and the silence. you and the camera. you and the squirrels. maybe i wasn't all by myself after all... haha... that's prolly what it is-- I feel so at peace with God that He allows my soul to be at peace. maybe that's all that a soul is looking form peace with God. So the world spins out of control, everything changes, everything is corrupt and defiled, but the soul, if at peace with God, can enjoy the silent song of the reverent trees. let the earth spin out control, gretaer hope gives peace and beauty is revealed where people thread....

maybe that's why i'm enjoying photography. it's like allowing people to see what you see. it's allowing people to try to see things a little differently so they can see the beauty too.


"Grace, she carries a world on her hips
No champagne flute for her lips
No twirls or skips between her fingertips
She carries a pearl in perfect condition
What once was hurt, what once was friction
What left a mark no longer stains
Because Grace makes beauty out of ugly things
Grace finds beauty in everything
Grace finds goodness in everything"
(Grace by U2)


hahah melancholy rocks some times....