march for babies

For you women out there having babies, planning to have babies or who have had babies - you've probably heard of the March of Dimes. Each year there is a March for Babies and my friend, Jenny, is marching to honor her daughter who was born five weeks premature. Now, Ms. V is a beautiful little girl and I'm sure Jenny would be happy for your support if you felt lead to contribute.

Or...maybe there is a special child in your area that you would like to honor or support. The March of Dimes' mission for healthy children is a very special mission. I just wanted to show my support of their cause and encourage anyone who feels lead to donate.

I know these are difficult times...so, thank you for listening.

the soon-yi moment

Julia Sweeney describes it as the moment you realize you can no longer support someone. I'm totally stealing that...it's brilliant! Of course I think she's clever anyway.

Now I must compile a soon-yi list...not to be comfused with a Murtock list or anything else of that sort.

You know what can be uncomfortable though? Watching Two and One-Half Men with your ten and fourteen year old nephews...and, they get the jokes.

all I want is...this ashtray

my brother thinks I'm crazy talking to the plants. while I do not know if it really works like the researchers say - I do know that it makes me happy and silly to talk to them as I dead-head them or check for catepillars. I look to see if the pots need turning, who is happy with their room mate and who is not blooming or growing. the dogs trot along beside me and lizzie looks to look at each leaf or bud I pull from the pots. she is a curious little girl. a catepillar has been very naughty and has ravaged my basil....but I'm reluctant to spray the plants because of the nasty things it does to the earth and the possibility that I could be killing a butterfly. I figure the three dollars I paid for the basil is nothing compared to seeing a butterfly flit around my garden.

the hummingbird feeder was broken and I can't find another like it (yet) so I settled (for now) with the ugly plastic feeder. today I filled it with nectar with hopes birds will find their way to it. unfortunately the grass seed thrown last week washed away in the last round of storms. but it made the birds happy to fish the bits that stayed on top of the ground.

I guess I'm channeling a bit of Martha...though I am really more like her daughter on "whatever Martha". it's just what makes me happy this week is the thing. and don't we all want to be happy at least for a bit? and it keeps away the boredom in between the searches and housework. is that what happiness is? a purpose in life? or is it the fact that we enjoy a purpose....or are just all like steve martin in the jerk - we need is an ashtray and a special purpose?

gack! I've become so dang girly I can't stand it. *grin* but, I guess it balances out as I have to figure out how to shoot cars sooner than later. (more about that as details become available)

today is a gift for enduring the late storms

a beautiful day after two bad day of storms...we're lucky here, though there has been some slight flooding in areas, it's nothing like the people along the Red River. my heart goes out to them as many have lost everything.

makes me count my blessings.

the shot today is a little brownie hawkeye I lucked upon today for $5. of course it came home with me...along with a beautiful mint green vintage slip. hopefully more fun can ensue.

...a little madness in spring is wholesome, even for the king...Emily Dickenson.

I'm ready to be a bit giddy and mad over spring.

splish splash stomp

it's a rainy day here - miserable, dark and stormy. it seems that march does not want to go out with a whimper but a growl...putting an end to the myth regarding in like a lion out like a lamb. the clouds are laden, pregnant with unwept rain and the claps of thunder are leashed back from their wild cavorting.

a break in the torrents of water has come and i think about what to do to get out of the house. three days i've spent by my e-mails and telephone and today i'm declaring my spring break. i want boots to stomp the puddles and a bicycle to scream out freedom - - as loud and long as wallace. the trees sway and leaves drip, drip, drip, drip streamlined bars to line a household prison.

fettered, chained, cramped...no more, not today - maybe tuesday or wednesday, some other responsible day. thursday sounds important enough with its harsh tones and timeclocks that must be met before the next weekend of freedom. but today is saturday and we must all fly away.

a rose by any other name....

What is in a name? Now I know the agony that parents go through to pick a name they think their child can live with over the years. One that children won't make fun of, one that has meaning, and one that is just not, well, stupid. And, I might be a bit sensitive to names since few people when they first meet me understand the subtle different in my name and often think I mispronounce it. I've had several suggestions and buried in this list I'm about to present to you all are a couple that I really love. This will be the name of the etsy shop while my photography business name will most likely be "photographs by charlane". Yeah - trite maybe - but why not trade on the unique name my mom gave me, right?

I'm still open for other suggestions...but these are the ones submitted so far. Think about it and then leave me a comment on your two favorites. I'm going to put off a drawing for a photo for another week just to give all the people that said they were thinking on it a chance to add to the list.

Cicada Serenade
Music from a Farther Room
buckets of rain
born in time
chimes of freedom
freight train blues
girl from south
space & time
space in time
timeless images
Camellias & Moonlight
Mean Red Soft Blue
Champagne Before Breakfast
Lovely Wild Things
soulshine
One Drop More
Great Many Things
No Rules Here
Sky So Blue
Soul Be Satisfied
Moments of Peace
A Fancy Or A Feeling
Moon over Alabama
Ramblins

this is what happens when it rains

and you get your tripod and macro lens out....and you're bored. sorry for the seed catelog aspect of some of the shots, just what I fuss about at times. not artistic but they're focused by jiminy! hahahaha















Okay - not outside but inside.

the hand that wants to rock the cradle

What lies behind us, and what lies before us, are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. ~~ Emerson

The weather is scheduled, according to the forecasters, to be stormy and cloudy the rest of the week. I sit and watch gloomy skies outside my window with Mr. Bluejay flitting from branch to branch of the chinaberry tree. The world around me is awash in color. Leaves have grown overnight from tiny little sprouts to a green blanket that isolates me in my treehouse of a den.

The house is silent except for the snoring dogs and the refrigerator humming - my mother's clock strikes the hour. The clock my father traded work for so mom could have a chiming clock that reminded her of her childhood. I hated chiming clocks growing up but now it's thing to smile about. When I was a child, my brother was sick and my father worked a lot of odd jobs on the weekend to bring home extra money...or the occasional barter. Jobs at Roper's turned into birthday presents of rings or watches. My father could build almost anything out of what seemed to be cheap pine, a saw, nails and wood glue. He built furniture out on the back porch and I would love to sit and smell the saw dust.

One year for Christmas, my father built my sister a cradle. A beautiful cradle and she got her first Madame Alexander baby doll, Elizabeth. Today, it stands the test of time. In fact, GA is plotting to get my sister's cradle. Her current strategy is to convince Jean-Marie that she's too old for a cradle and she doesn't play with her dolls anymore. I don't think it's working.

the storm

My life is a storm and today I'm struggling to find peace. I'm at that weird place where I'm overqualified and there are no jobs in my field at the moment. So I'm applying for jobs that are unwilling to hire me because they're afraid I'll move on as soon as I find more money. And the challenge is that I probably will. So would anyone.

After driving to Birmingham for three interviews - I lost out to the unknown candidate. And...I have no clue why. Where they younger? More qualified? Less qualified? What? And I know they can't tell me - that's a lawsuit waiting to happen. And I'm not writing this to solicit sympathy...I'm not. Actually the answer that I got from a friend that I liked the best was "those bastards." It made me laugh out loud.

So, how do you keep peace within yourself when panic mode is settling in? What do you do? And if this blog disappears....don't be surprised because I'm embarrassed even writing this but I'm having the struggle with "why" today.

you know the name of the blog....right? so it should be no surprise

So I had this post that was all sad and syrupy and...well, just sad. It smacked of all small town goodness, missing momma and finding old friends that I was totally ashamed that I had neglected. It was soooo sad it made me cry to write. Well - I'm totally not in the mood for crying. So screw that!

I had a kick ass weekend so why should I be crying on a Monday night, right? Well, except that they didn't have a new "Big Bang Theory" and those kooky geeks make me laugh every time. But I did have homemade country fried steak and mashed potatoes. My car got washed by my awesome brother and the garden got further along. Today I planted pineapple sage and dill.

How can you not love this smooshy face??????

I do have a restaurant review if you're in the area - don't go to a place called "Mimi's Cafe". The food was totally mediocre, the service was horribly slow and the decor sucked wind. It was all, "look at me, I'm New Orleans style...." but it wasn't really. Any person that has been to NOLA would not think Nawlins if they walked in there. It was some idiots idea about NOLA that had never been there - they probably wouldn't know what the "trinity" of cajun cooking was if Emeril "bammed" them upside the head. Anyway - drop by, pick up some muffins to go though - they were good.

Why is it so difficult to find the perfect inbetween sandal? And why does every shoe designer lately think that if the shoe is flat, it MUST have a buckle on the toe?...Just wondering.

Does Sephora know about Ulta? Because I'm thinking if someone actually told Sephora that someone that doesn't have their nose stuck up in the air sells make-up, they might would be a bit more nervous about business. Of course I would love some fabulous guy with better hair than me to tell me that I look gorgeous and don't actually need that $50 moisturizer that I have my hands on....but those conceited folks at Sephora won't tell you that. That's why I love the display at Ulta that tells you the Oil of Olay is just as good (as published in whatever magazine).

Now...I'm thinking that I may need to have a contest to help me name my photography business/etsy shop. I've thought and thought and I can't come up with something that captures well, "me", without being trite and hackneyed. So... what do you think? Is a contest in order? These are things that are absolutely "me".... let me know if you can come up with the perfect name for the shop.

1 - I love to read. My favorite books are: To Kill a Mockingbird, The Secret Garden, Little Women, and Sense and Sensibility.
2 - I love photography (natch). Dorothea Lang and Annie are major icons to me.
3 - I love music - all kinds, from the 30's up until today. You can find any style of music on my iPod. Except opera. Megan tried to convince me - and though I think it's pretty, it's not me.
4 - I am sort of a space geek. I grew up on Star Trek and will still watch all the varied incarnations from time to time.
5 - Though I love vampire stories (Buffy the Vampire Slayer? BIG fan), I'm not goth in anyway.
6 - Favorite movies include: Field of Dreams, Bull Durham, Breakfast at Tiffany, Young Frankenstein, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Rebecca, Roman Holiday and Rear Window.

Leave your best suggestions as a comment and I'll have a drawing at the end of the week.

Easy Breezy Beautiful.....(but its not Cover Girl)

Here are Five Questions by Under the Sheets and because it's Monday and I don't have my thoughts together, I took her challenge to answer. The Five Questions Are:

1) What gets you out of bed in the morning? These days it's sunlight. I'm one of those it has to be really dark in my room to go to sleep people. But, if it's early my iPod alarm clock or the alarm on my cell (when I'm traveling).

2) What scares you and how often do you think about it? Failure and I think about it everyday...even more so now that I'm looking for a new job.

3) How important is making a home to you? For example do you like a home to meditate in, cook good food or have people over? Very important..I love to cook and garden, I like comfort over style and function over just "pretty". I want people visiting to feel immediately welcome and warm.

4) Where in the world would you like to travel to next? Idealistically I would like to go to Provence and Tuscany but a lack of funds definitely prevents that so my next "planned" trip (besides to the grocery) is to Memphis and along the Natchez Trace. Or a day trip to the beach.

5) (Just for fun...) *What's your favorite Anti Aging Skin Product? Dove soap. I don't really use anti-aging except for a moisterizer by Lancome.



And just because I love Julie so much....more info...(let's get them all in one fell swoop)
What is your current obsession? gardening...definitely gardening.
Good fika place? If you know Julie, you will know that fika is like a coffee break of sorts (or tea if you're british maybe?). Anyway - I will say my afternoon pick me up if I'm going out is Starbucks. Sad, but true.
Do you nap a lot? No...I'm not opposed to naps, it's just that I don't make time for them.
Who was the last person you hugged? my nephews.
If you were a tree, what tree would you be? a cherry tree this week because I think they are gorgeous. ask me next week and I would pick something else - I've always had a fondness for willows for example.
Have you ever had an altercation with the police? I live with a police officer but we get along really well.
What was the last thing you bought? 2 shades of OPI nail polish, a pair of sunglasses and velcro rollers from Ulta.
What are you listening to right now? the dogs snoring and house "sounds" (fridge and washer running).
What is your favourite weather? 70 degrees, sunshine, a light breeze. did i mention sunshine? (Me too Julie!)
What’s on your bedside table? my current read, a lamp, my alarm clock and a cross that a friend gave me.
Say something to the person/s who tagged you. Hi Julie! sending you much love from Bama.
If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be? somewhere on the beaches of North Carolina.
Favourite vacation spot? the beach, perferably on the southern coast/panhandle of Florida because there are no prettier beaches than there.
Name the things you can’t live without. my camera, my purse, my iPod (just because it's the only music thing I own) and my glasses.
Give one piece of advice advice is something is something you ask for when you know the answer but don't really like it.
What is your favourite tea flavour? orange spice
What would you like to get rid of? the junk that is not mine and other people will not take home.
If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? Savannah for lunch.
What did you want to become as a child? A nurse...I really wanted to be a nurse. And found out I didn't have the stomach for it.
What do you like better, e-mail or telephone calls? telephone calls, except for texts. I really hate texts unless they are an emergency.
What do you do when you get time alone? shoot, read, blog

the most beautiful view is the one I share with you

One of the things I've always wanted came true this weekend....a yard. Yes..silly little thing to most people but I've always wanted a yard where I can sit and watch my flowers grow. Today we did yard work and though it has a way to go, it was a beautiful start and a gorgeous day.

I bought phlox, pincushions, salvia, mini carnations (I forget their "real" name) and vinca. I also bought several others that I can't remember their name. Of course I overbought so I will have to buy a new planter to finish planting tomorrow. I also bought herbs...I've never had an herb garden before. I bought lavender, basil, marjoram, thyme and parsley. A small start. I want some pineapple sage but I think I will have to find a specialty place for that one.

it will look better when it fills in and blooms

Strawberries were gloriously red at the market so I had some for breakfast along with a fat red pear. I thought it was a fitting breakfast for the first Saturday of spring.









Now it's evening and I'm looking out of my glorious window. The golden sunlight is hitting the lime colored leaves of the chinaberry tree and squirrels are scampering up and down the trunk. The world seems peaceful and perfect. And though I know it's not perfect everywhere, it leaves me serene and blissful just to sit here and stare. I haven't had many words of wisdom lately and I wish I could pull something profound of my head now....but, maybe this is what it is for now. And I find myself alright with that. There is not a cloud in the sky and maybe that's an indicator for no clouds on my immediate horizon.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle

I had three little nuggets of good things happen today. After all it is the first day of spring. Two people that I admire most paid me compliments that brought tears to my eyes. And believe me...when you're working on your third month of unemployment and looking at jobs that you never thought you would do again...those compliments make your day.

The other compliment is from Cabbage Babble who puts together several posts throughout the day, but my favorite is her lunchtime list that is a compilation of several goodies. It's like diving into a box of whitmans without the handy grid...and as Forrest says, you never know what you're gonna get. It was a chocolate covered cherry when I clicked a link and found, well, me....

Today is the first day of spring - I hope that's an omen of good luck as I went on a second interview today. There are fresh flowers on my desk, the sun is shining bright and I'm about to start a pan of lasagne for dinner tonight.

And...the world is about to be awash in the lovely purple of wisteria.

'I could tell you my adventures — beginning from this morning, it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.*

last night I went out for cocktails with sister and friends to denote the one Irish holiday we people with last names that end in "ough" get....yes, yes, the holiday everyone has highjacked now as an excuse to drink green beer and wear silly buttons about kissing. I kid...well, mostly...yeah...I kid.

it was a good time, the band was decent and loud, the food was good, the weather was perfect to be outside though next time I'll check the temperature over the cuteness factor and the company couldn't be better.

this outing is what spurred my previous post about remembering what is good in your life and making the best of the situation. while out, there was a man celebrating in his wheelchair, obviously paralyzed from the chest down...he was on the dance floor spinning in his chair - dancing with the ladies and drinking his beer. Though life is difficult - he's not letting it hold him back.

then there was the man that most of his face was scarred and covered with a birthmark that rendered his skin red and purple. on his arm was a lovely woman...proof that you can find love with inner beauty.

on the way to the outing, my sister and I were talking about the song on the radio. not one of my favorites, "love story" by taylor swift and I remarked that it isn't a favorite song, then my sister (who has been through some tough times with a divorce over the past two years) said, "everyone needs a love story. every little girl deserves to feel like a princess and every little boy deserves to feel like a prince." it made my heart happy. because we do all deserve to be loved...and I hope that everyone figures out their love story...whether it's with another person or with yourself. love is where it's at baby. love is where it's at.

finally, I came back home to two puppies who have welcomed me (somewhat) into their homes. with plenty of puppy happiness to see me and acceptance of back scratching. it may not be a love story but it's good enough.



in the meantime...I can wander in my new surroundings. today I found this wonderful old street off the northern boulevard. it was full of closed storefronts, old men sitting on front porches...and even a fallout shelter. quite a change from all the pretty flowers lately.



*Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll (as if you didn't know)

adversity

it's easy to feel sorry for ourselves if we stay within a self contained world, thinking that the universe "owes" us something...so very easy. what is difficult is retaining that illusion when we venture out and connect with the surrounding area. then we might find the ones that make best of a bad situation...

in it you might find...
a paraplegic that still loves to dance, a scarred man with a soul mate, a romantic that still believes no matter the circumstance, the dog that is always glad to see you.


then...maybe, just maybe...you can find the best in a bad situation too.

a stroll

I decided to drop by the gardens on the way home today....the world is aglow with pinks, purples and snowdrifts of blown pear blossoms. The cherry blossoms are ready to burst forth and the gardens were packed with children with sunshine powered leaps. Spring has sprung forth with a vengence and I'm giddy.

spring rains

spring rains come in abundance washing yellow pollen away and leaving carpets of green clovers and tiny leaves bursting out of deserted limbs. the gray skies blanket my thoughts leaving me wooly and weary and desparately missing the sunshine.

tomorrow will be heavy fog - particularly here, near the river. another drive to the big city - an interview. will i get this...will i want it? will i learn to dread the drive? will i ever stop asking myself so many questions? probably not.



***
Update - the interview went well. I'll know more by Friday if I make it to the next round.

perpetual motion....

books

why suddenly do I feel authors think they have to make me cry to uplift me? and if a book seems "meaningful" why can it not be about some tragedy? today I stood reading the backs of books and a formula was definitely in evidence. are life that are normal and happy .... *shudder* boring?

my brain is starving for something that challenging and interesting, but does not make me weep. one can only read so much trash without feeling dirty and gritty and unsatisfied (much like eating cotton candy). it's all part of the reason I quit reading books on Oprah's list. even if the message was good, I was so depressed after that I couldn't function for the rest of the night.

and I mean really, was Patterson's Sundays at Tiffany even worth the paper it was written upon? and how many sad books can that hack Nicholas Sparks write? (sorry if you're a Sparks fan - but after reading two I feel like I've read them all)

so...got any recommendations.

scattered

Tonight I'm scattered but at least not smothered and covered...ehh (bad waffle house reference there). Keep your fingers crossed and happy thoughts for an answer on Tuesday about employment...well, not so much an answer but another step forward to an ultimate goal.

Since I was in Birmingham for testing...I of course dropped by the gardens. It's a shame Montgomery does not have something this beautiful. The cherries were not quite blooming yet, but they are on the cusp. Hopefully I can go back next week and they will be blooming. That's my favorite thing (besides the waterlilies).

You will be able to see how scattered I am by the varied ways I processed these shots. I couldn't decide what I wanted so they are not seried.



(I want one of these in my yard - it's so fluffy and delicate)

spring cleaning

Today was spring cleaning day on the blog. It was my first experiment in constructing a new blog banner. Not as good as the professional ones I have seen but it was a fun exercise. I like the spring colors and though the photography probably looks better on black, I don't want to be like the hundreds of other people that do that. And white is spring-like and crisp, or I think so anyway.

I finally ventured down the basement stairs with my laundry. Big mistake, big, big mistake. After laughing hysterically when I slid down the last seven or eight steps and having the cat sit and stare, I found I lightly twisted my right ankle. Boo - all it really means is that it doesn't like pressure and that I can't carry my camera bag for a couple of days. *sigh*

I'm sure I was going somewhere in this blog but I can't quite remember as I got distracted by something sort of shiny. Is it just me or have the days started getting really short feeling???? I swear I barely get started and it's 2:30 already.

Here's a little southern goth for you....I have a love and hate affair with spanish moss. It's gorgeous and moody, but it kills trees.

how does it feel to be charmed?

What's happened to charm in the world? I've been thinking lately that it's the reason I'm so fascinated with the 20's, 30's, 40's and 50's. It seemed that is what is lacking today in the world of instant gratification - a lack of grace and charm.

I long for the unfolding and revealing of a story instead of the "just add water" version of the world. I'm tired of "what's in it for me" and "what about me" instead of how can I help you. As Gibran said, "You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give."

To me, that's why I see this renaissance of crafting, knitting, sewing, and love of retro/vintage fashions. We all want to be charmed and some may not be in touch with my epiphany, but I think that's part of it. We want to go back to doing and being able to say, "I did that." And believe me, I know it's usually easier just to buy it or discard it. It will be a learning experience for me.

This week, I bought the things to take up embroidery like I did as a girl. I think it will bring me some delight in knowing what I've done. This week I plan on giving of myself somehow - not money (which I don't have anyway), but time and effort. I'm going to bring back charm to my life. I may be seen as a crazy lady. Some may say I'm not modern or forward thinking. But...I see nothing wrong with it.

and a quote from an old favorite song (Charmed by My Friend Steve)
"Brilliance comes and brilliance goes
but you're the only one who knows
'Cause nothing draws them in like sympathy
And as for all the broken ones who make their ways with poison tongues
The pillow they sleep on is misery"

your joy can only fill you as deeply as your sorrow carved you

good news - stacey liked most of the shots i took on Saturday! so i'm excited. i need to go buy some cdrs so i can burn her copies and then plan when i can do another shoot with her.

there are green buds and tiny leaves on the trees. ithink i'm going to plant some flowers in the planters out front so that will fulfill my gardening itch that i've had.

you know what is depressing? there was only one page of want ads in the sunday paper. but there is a zaxby's opening up soon - maybe i can start bussing tables?

i've been thinking a lot about the saying "your joy can only fill you as deeply as your sorrow carved you". i'm not sure what i have to say about that yet. and yes, i'm channeling e.e. cummings today...because i can i guess, and i like his poetry.

first come the robins

When I can't find words to say I often pull out the writings of simpler men like Thoreau and Emerson. There is comfort in their words along with a bit of wisdom and being in tune with nature. This is the time of year when life awakes again after its nap - you know the legend of Persephone and the Underworld. There are many times I wish she had eaten a couple less seeds. But it does feel a bit like an awakening from a nap.

First you see the robins. The bright bits of color in the gray and dull landscape. Then the leaf buds, the bits of clover flower and tulips peeking up. Finally, the full tilt boogies rushes into the south. The dogwood and azalea are budding, blooming and shaking out their riotous locks around the city. The grassy carpet is coming alive with a softness that cradles my bare feet that are tender from the winter's harsh sharps and angles.

The wanderlust settles in my heart and my feet and I think of places to drive. The trace with the soft southern spring, the beach that beckons with its siren song, the budding trees of the mountains. A soft girly version of Kerouac I guess. Somehow I'm not pithy and hip enough to smoke three packs of cigs while I sit in the diner sucking down greasy hash browns. Not that I mind diners, or hash browns really - but I don't know if I could pull off the look.

This morning I met my sister-in-law and my two gorgeous nieces for a bit of duck feeding and sunbathing at the Festival (the Shakespeare Festival has a beautiful park and several duck ponds). We fed ducks, explained about staying away from those mean boy ducks (ahem - it's spring and they were making baby ducks), GA found a new best friend in another little girl at the park. My sister joined us for a picnic lunch and I don't think life could get any better. Yes, before you ask, of course I took my camera. The oldest niece loves taking pictures as much as I do - so she was happy to shoot off a few frames too. She has a great eye for composition really.

Here are some of my baby loves....

tripping lightly

"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life."









I have the wonderlust in my heart without the funds to support my drifting spirit. There is nothing better to me than to climb in my jeep and drive until I feel like stopping. Maybe reading a book under that tree. I like the solitude of traveling alone but have found good companionship also adds to the pleasure of the trip. Doing local things, eating local food and moving to the next place to repeat this again and again.

...out of words...

I'm out of words today. All out of words. But spring is approaching - I will let Thoreau say it best, "As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age.*"

Time changes already this weekend...how did this come so very fast?










* "Walden, Chapter 17 - Spring"