photography by dev; all editing done by me
tomato faux leather fedora / thrifted scarf (approx. $9) / vintage leonmax sheer top and tank top (worn underneath) / unbranded ripped leggings / sox gallery socks/ vintage cage heels
The Homeland
My land was the west land; my home was on the hill,
I never think of my land but it makes my heart to thrill;
I never smell the west wind that blows the golden skies,
But old desire is in my feet and dreams are in my eyes.
My home crowned the high land; it had a stately grace.
I never think of my land but I see my mother's face;
I never smell the west wind that blows the silver ships
But old delight is in my heart and mirth is on my lips.
My land was a high land; my home was near the skies.
I never think of my land but a light is in my eyes;
I never smell the west wind that blows the summer rain --
But I am at my mother's knee, a little lad again.
Dana Burnett (1888-1962)
(credit to daypoems.net)
my last photography session for 2009.
even until today, i still cannot believe that 2009 is coming to an end. now that 2010 is closing in, it's high time for me to make my new year resolutions; of course, the topmost of all is to be a whole better person than i am in this year. have you readers make your own resolutions too? :)
i'd also like to thank all readers and followers for all the supports. i could never make it this far without you guys.
