Experience is the meeting place of the heart and mind.

Memories are the remnants of experience; scenes from the mind and played out by the heart.

I try to capture in words and in pictures, what I’ve seen and what I’ve felt, but as soon as I try to capture the memory, it becomes just a mere romanticization of experience.

I wish you could understand that feeling, rising along with the sun, when the air is still cool and the rest of the world still seemingly asleep.
There were breathtaking views over a river and cliff-sides shrouded in mist, mist that disappeared with the midday sun, and the view was as spectacular still.
The humidity rose, but the road is shaded with green, and where there was speed there was a comforting wind…

There is so much more....
but I’ll revel in what I’ve seen and what I’ve felt, half wanting to share its beauty, and the other half wanting to keep it all to myself.

1. Your expression gets better with time.

   + Peter  on  08/23  at  03:10 PM

2. This entry is def in my top 10. Join me in hawaii and we can wake up with the sun together(oh and steve) :D was that too gay? Hahah

   +  on  09/06  at  11:51 PM

3. Thank you.

   Michelle, I’d really like to come by. I’ll see what I can do for January.

   +  on  09/07  at  10:37 PM
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