my story
February 12 2016
stories are the captures of time.. the renders of life through the various moments we live through.. this is my story simplified i draw pictures…
stories are the captures of time.. the renders of life through the various moments we live through.. this is my story simplified i draw pictures…
the bright shaded dims that follow the faces of walkers across the alleyways and pebbled paths of the old city of Jerusalem..
interpretations of expressions are defined by increments, increments of time, of which define our identity, to which from it, our underlined soul can only be what…
interpretations of expressions are defined by increments, increments of time, of which define our identity, to which from it, our underlined soul can…
distinguishing between a turn and a turn on a path isn’t as subtle as one would guess.. composing how our eyes even select a turn…
it is not a card or plastic tag that identifies what we are..
defining an intervening period of time through a lens can be so ironic, where their moments are not yet done, yet captured to contemplate that essence in…
clear night skies over jerusalem, covering lives that have walked in streets, faces, and eyes that have just seen through yet another day that passed..
each day our eyes capture what life throws us with.. visions upon visions of wanted and unwanted sights of actions and attentions guided to uncommon…
curious eyes, and curious lives living moments within the old city walls of jerusalem..