As well as being a place to indulge my love of Hipstamatic and iPhone photos, this is a blog of images and words. Of little vignettes and quiet corners from a place in my head, a place I call The Moth House. Of significant, and also small, happenings there, the wanderings and musings and sad reveries of it's occupants, The Parted Lovers.
From his chair he could see, framed by the trees, a piece of the sea. It seemed to float, stars of light suspended on dancing threads, as though played by some unseen hand.