Friday Free Thought!
Change is definitely on its way : )
Highlights from my trip to Austin, TX. Tomorrow hopefully the professional shots will happen.
This is just a quick update of our adventure……………..side note: Good news coming soon! :)
A little encouragement to start your week off right.
Love,
-M
Can’t stop playing this.
“ordinary heart” - emily king.
”
Sometimes a boyfriend is just a boy who’s a friend……sometimes he’s an evil son-of-a-bitch.
Joan Clayton - Girlfriends
…what I woke up to this morning.
Watching it open and bloom is the sweetest thing.
Wow…Best friends, romantic, joking. This is gorgeous. I want this.
Aren’t they the greatest!? :)
(Source: joanwolf)
The second canvas I sold in Washington DC (2012). Given to her as a gift from a friend, this piece is “A Woman’s Heart Is a Deep Ocean Of Secrets.” Here is the recipient with her new addition.
![Here is the first photography canvas [revamped in color] I sold (in 2011) ready for shipment to a client in San Antonio, Tx. The buyer enjoyed because he felt like it captured his childhood days growing up in Louisiana on his family’s ranch.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2n3haXQuO1r60pjzo1_250.png)
Here is the first photography canvas [revamped in color] I sold (in 2011) ready for shipment to a client in San Antonio, Tx. The buyer enjoyed because he felt like it captured his childhood days growing up in Louisiana on his family’s ranch.
Follow, Rolin J. Piper @Just_Piper on twitter!
“I am who I am.100% Self-approved.”
-M
*Happy National Sibling Day! 2012*
A photo of my younger sibling & I having a moment :)
Photo Courtesy: itslaurenslife
Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Pablo Neruda
(one of my favorites)
