photo pages after the storm Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window) Related Post navigation windfall: a tumbled beech on the heath“mas da próxima vez que eu for a Brasília eu trago uma flor do cerrado pra voce” Caetano Veloso 1 Comment Athene November 16, 2009 at 12:07 am Reply Happy Sunday evening Alistair! Just logged on to see what you have been up to and I am DELIGHTED at your tone. You are being the playful part of you, who can be all that you can be in all YOUR slayingly beautiful facets. Can’t say I’m a lover of noodly Jazz either but as you experienced – to watch someone showing off and being beautiful can be a wonderful moment and special for you in the role of witness.. who cares whether its your thing or not, wasn’t it somehow breathtaking to see someone creating?.. As to the storm, endings are beginnings in disguise. Like the poem that you yourself read ‘what now appears to be alien will become our most intimate and trusted experience’ Loving you wholeheartedly. Athene x Leave a Reply Cancel Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.