Archive for June 2012

Compellingly out of this world freeze!!! Columbia Gorge Sunrise

In love with you Fantasy Girl…I know I’m in love with Fantasy Girl, because nobody loves me like you do…I never needed someone so much…I wake up trembling and yearning for your touch…Each day: I am lost for a delicate fantasy of kissing lips and I feel you touch me…I see us caught in sweet desire and hearts entwined, and full of fire…Yes, I’m in love with Fantasy Girl, that is why I like you as I do…My world would be perfect…If you are here tonight for love.

Fantasy

 

 

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Long Drive Home

 

Love the MOOD

Long Drive Home.

Posted June 30, 2012 by dranilj1 in God’s Grandeur

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Reminiscences

Reminiscences

It gives the impression we in no way keep in mind majority of important things or maybe it just seems that they are the most imperative simply because we don’t bear in mind them.  If we did remember them, it would be some other over and done thing that turns out more significant.

I don’t remember all the chat we had, and I don’t remember all the times you made me laugh.  I don’t remember all the movies we watched.  I don’t remember how it felt to curl up with you on the couch, or to sit on your lap. I don’t remember how your breath felt in my ear, or if you even ever breathed in my ear, although it’s a safe assumption you probably did.

I remember the way you smiled at me. I remember the sound of your heartbeat when I laid my head on your chest. I remember the weight of all the words I swallowed. I remember how tiny your hand seemed when held by me.  I remember how I’d get chill bumps just walking past you, some nights. I remember the first night I stayed over at your place, and I remember the last.

I remember falling into your quiet comfort and imagining your arms were quarter crescent moons, waning and waxing around me, parenthetically holding me together.

Perhaps that’s enough.

 

Posted June 30, 2012 by dranilj1 in Social

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My serenity is rippled but not ruffled.

My serenity is rippled but not ruffled. These small waves raised by the evening wind are as remote from storm as the smooth reflecting surface.  Though it is now dark, the wind still blows and roars in the wood, the waves still dash, and some creatures lull the rest with their notes. The repose is never complete.

Posted June 30, 2012 by dranilj1 in Photography, Uncategorized

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Calo des Moro Beach, Spain

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Posted June 28, 2012 by dranilj1 in Photography

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Red Ombré….beautiful….I so want this!!!!!!

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Posted June 28, 2012 by dranilj1 in Photography

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I wish I Was This Talented

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Posted June 28, 2012 by dranilj1 in Photography

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