dear if i had a mountain diary,
if i woke up every morning to a mountain. i would take upon the duty of everyday running outside and making sure nothing had changed. i would do a full circle panoramic scan and take in everything i could and notice every detail on every scale- from the biggest to the smallest. i would for as long as i lived there- to record my time there- so the land would never forget me. i would forever be a ring in the trees- all of them would be a part of me. you think we are the only ones to take pictures of subjects. ahh, but stop. subjects take pictures of us- did you know... so smile and i mean A LOT. your home knows who you are- as do the boards of which it is made. as do the trees in the yard where you live now- or where you grew up- the ones that gave you shade. be wicked in your ways and you shall splinter in the first real storm, be passive, strong and gentle and you will be weathered and worn. my endless love and admiration for that which i adore- will prolly be the reason i will always be a whore. but i will walk along here waiting until your boat comes to shore.
if i woke up every morning to a mountain. i would take upon the duty of everyday running outside and making sure nothing had changed. i would do a full circle panoramic scan and take in everything i could and notice every detail on every scale- from the biggest to the smallest. i would for as long as i lived there- to record my time there- so the land would never forget me. i would forever be a ring in the trees- all of them would be a part of me. you think we are the only ones to take pictures of subjects. ahh, but stop. subjects take pictures of us- did you know... so smile and i mean A LOT. your home knows who you are- as do the boards of which it is made. as do the trees in the yard where you live now- or where you grew up- the ones that gave you shade. be wicked in your ways and you shall splinter in the first real storm, be passive, strong and gentle and you will be weathered and worn. my endless love and admiration for that which i adore- will prolly be the reason i will always be a whore. but i will walk along here waiting until your boat comes to shore.
