This time of year reminds me of my Grandma, who's favourite flowers are poppies. I have been waiting on the weather as I have found a field that is full of them and I am eager to take some photographs and send them to her. Today though, the wind is blowing what feels like a gale and the clouds keep throwing down rain. Here's hoping on tomorrow.
I have spent the past hour re-visiting my photographs of Alaska from last summer. I blame my now melancholy mood on that! Alaska remains one of my favourite places in the world and looking over pictures of views that feel as familiar to me as the view from my window make me literally ache to return. I would sit most evenings and watch the fishermen fishing for their supper. They lined the beaches with their families, lit fires and made the most of the fact that darkness never descends in the summer.
I fell in love with a house while I was there, or rather an abandoned wooden cabin. I remember looking at it's boarded up windows and letting my mind dream of what they would look like with glass in them. I looked out over the lake and imagined it frozen in the winter, the lights from surrounding houses dancing like fireflys. As I sit here typing this post playing with the cord of my jumper and listening to a song about downfalls, I can't help but dream of cashing in my air miles.
Look at this picture and join me in a dream. (click on it to see it bigger)
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