And Finally I Understand, Why They Call It "falling" In Love. It's Because, Suddenly, You're Falling.

So do I dial a number to teleport here or something 😍

𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱, 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣

Forest Scene (1870) by Thomas Moran

Where my soul, mind, and heart live in ungrateful complacency. The storms and strangers that have stayed with, taken refuge, and looked to it for guidance. It seems to continue to bear it all so far. The eroded exposed stone, walls and wooden ceilings repaired year after year. Paint washed or chipped, but always remaining a lighthouse for all. The light is small inside though. Even when that little light goes out, it only is relit by graciousness of inner strength, or more often through the words/actions of those who have enough light burning within them to share.

May I learn to not be just a lighthouse keeper, guider, or shelter. May I forever grow to be a compassionate ever learning student of the world, of others who share this same light

lighthouse study. started in sketchbook and finished in procreate

This will never cease to erase all worries i have in life if its your hand and mine recreating this

Such a funny thing how one’s perception of time can be altered so differently by something so applicable and true to me. When i am in your arms the any form of time and space cease to become prevalent

Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle, Vladimir Nabokov

The four. The one in front being the tallest I have ever seen. Well over twenty feet.

😍

Longwood Gardens, PA

Three Tetons (1895) by Thomas Moran

I think i may have found someone, what a beautiful feeling and comforting thought to ponder upon. I treasure and value your silent presence. It can be a blanket that separates all other physical snd metaphorical worldly things

MOOOOOOOOOOD

mentally taking a drag of my mental cigarette because I don’t smoke but life has been very smokable lately