23/04/2026
Please bear with me as I return to 2012 and post some pretty pictures with a pretentious quote underneath ๐
"'Look, do you see that poem?' she said suddenly, pointing.
'Where?' Jane and Diana stared, as if expecting to see Runic rhymes on the birch trees.
'There...down in the brook...that old green, mossy log with the water flowing over it in those smooth ripples that look as if they'd been combed, and that single shaft of sunshine falling right athwart it, far down into the pool. Oh, it's the most beautiful poem I ever saw.'"
-L.M.Montgomery (Anne of Avonlea)
I love, love photographing the everyday, mundane moments. But I'm also always looking for the little poems within those moments. I'm not a writer, so I do my best to capture them with my camera.
Please enjoy this poem about my boys playing under the oak trees on a lazy, sunny Sunday afternoon.