Flirting with danger.

Fragments of melancholy.

And what of love, they said? It burns, I said.

Flirting with danger.

Fragments of melancholy.

And what of love, they said? It burns, I said.

They said it couldn’t be done. I beg to differ …

Putting my best foot forward …

Covered Bridge #Photography

for you are the reason that an enraptured light of longing flickers in my eyes every time you smile at me, for you are my muse my inspiration, where my heartbeats are never slapdash nor hurried, but beautifully perform a passionate butterfly dance of poetic yearning. #vss365 #slapdash

This winter is serving so many brilliant sunrises. 🧡✨

i often think of you as i write my poetic lyrics the unmissable beat of my dancing heart when embraced by you those moments of joy those unfading yesterdays when our love was so precious & it's those memories that always appear in my poignant verses of our unforgettable love #vss365 🎨 Nightcafe art

Birthday sunrise from Glastonbury Tor. It was a beautiful morning with a lava sky to start the day off with. ❤️

And it was all yellow… 💛

And it was all yellow… 💛

Okay sunset

Thanks Mother Nature, that was a good one 12-28-2025 #photography #clouds #colors #nature #sunset #December #Iphonephotography #EastCoastKin

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” — Albert Camus

What? Ever?

What use is wealth, when the world is a shadow of its former self …

What? Ever?

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” — Albert Camus

What use is wealth, when the world is a shadow of its former self …

Quite a view of Dublin's Ha'penny Bridge from the Woollen Mills this evening.

Dreaming …

Dreaming …

The light never dies in vain.

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.” ― Alfred Tennyson

The light never dies in vain.

Momo knows how to be cozy ✨️

Schrafft’s Butterscotch Cookies

“You find out the strength of a wind by trying to walk against it, not by lying down.” — CS Lewis enjoying the simple things💜

Feelings are interesting. Sometimes, it’s not that you don’t know how you feel—it’s that you can’t get to how you feel. Because it’s buried under 1 million other things. Sometimes, you have to approach your heart like an excavator. An archaeologist. Someone who is constantly following a red string.

And for all the tomorrows, free from sorrows, with all that life borrows from the sodom & gomorrahs… 💛

And for all the tomorrows, free from sorrows, with all that life borrows from the sodom & gomorrahs… 💛

In my head this is what passion looks like. A bit of fire, a bit of heart, a bit of darkness, putting on a spectacular show as it brings the night home. The story of our hearts. We’ve all been there, right?

In my head this is what passion looks like. A bit of fire, a bit of heart, a bit of darkness, putting on a spectacular show as it brings the night home. The story of our hearts. We’ve all been there, right?

No limits.

💃

Saturday..

"The Voice comes out of the whirlwind, and long ago we hushed the whirlwind." —𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑠

Saturday morning

Underneath the arches We dream our dreams away …

Are you on the right path?