Monday, February 4, 2008


I danced to this song in Reno. She was pretty but all I could think of was you.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"The sigh of midnight trains
At empty stations
Silk stockings thrown aside
Dance invitations
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you"

Your pictures capture that yearning for someone, somewhere and sometime beautifully.