Thursday, September 22, 2011

I Finally Launched My Website

I was finally able to launch my website for my photography business! I am still in the process of updating my portfolio, but here it is!


Go check it out! :)

Monday, September 12, 2011

The Song of Wandering Aengus by W.B. Yeats



THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS
by: W.B. Yeats

Went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;

And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

*this photograph is my interpretation of this poem.*