Lover's Lane

A collection of writings and photographs from my life and such

So here’s a little diddly doo that I made for my girl Jennifer :) youshouldsmilesometime

Currently struggling to figure out where to go with my blog.  

What’s your favorite idea?

Mine’s being creative.

How do you get that idea?

Easter

So this is the first Easter that I actually know enough about the Bible to really understand how great it is and stuff.  

Easter is great and stuff.

4estabon:

Birds of a Feather

4estabon:

Birds of a Feather

Welcome to this week’s episode of “Riley Dresses Up”

4estabon:

Five pairs of photographs representing the different hues and gradations of humanity. Each pair can be taken as a couplet, single stanzas in a larger poem, just as this set of photos as a whole is only a small representation of what humanity is, as it were.

Think of these as color photographs, but where we usually see color visually, allow yourself to perceive the colors from the life expressed in these photographs. We all emit a different energy, we all dye the earth a different color. We change it while we’re here, and if we’re lucky, our shades of energy will continue to coat the earth, even after we’re gone.

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My name is Forrest Lane, and I’m a photographer from East Tennessee. You can view my portfolio here. You may also come find me on all forms of social media like Facebook Twitter Instagram or even Soundcloud!

Auditions for the 8-part a capella group

We all sat in this big circle

a room full of those hopeful and each voice

was smoother than honey and unique

in every way a voice can be unique

and I’m glad I’m not the people who have to pick the

new members for the group

The soprano of the group helped me to warm up and that

was lovely and helpful and when I sang with her

I had never enjoyed singing with anyone that much before

It sounded like breeze blowing across a river

or something.

The second to last day of March

How is it that you can take me for a walk in the park and, by the time we meet the mouth of the trail, make me fall deeper in love with you than I was when we started?  It’s lovely to be away from the roads and the cars and the stores.  The only sounds not made by nature were the clicks of your camera and our bags swaying against our hips.  The lake trickled by like the faucet on a four-footed bathtub in an old house on a hill once did. Our feet sunk into the mud, but remained unstained.  I reached for your hand at least one hundred times and you caught it each time.  I glanced at you and found myself without words when our eyes would meet.  

Later we looked at projections of stars.  Despite the manufacturedness, they almost put the sky outside your room to shame.  For the only sky I cared about at the time was the battery powered Discovery Channel light display on your wall.  We took turns wearing the 3D glasses and not.  You were tired, but I was glad that I got to spend those late evening hours with you.

You are so wonderful, and I would choose to marvel at you over the deepest reaches of space.

I love you,

     Pearl

4estabon:

Meet my girlfriend.

My boyfriend took this he’s the greatest and I love him

4estabon:

Meet my girlfriend.

My boyfriend took this he’s the greatest and I love him