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.

Monday


Why had he come?
It would never be the same without her.
Her ghost shadows him at every turn.

His mind never resting,
grasping,
wondering,
where is she now?

It doesn't matter, after all, does it?
She is with him.

2 comments:

Half-heard in the Stillness said...

Lovely verandah, I really love the light in this photograph.

Amber said...

Great blog. Love your photos.