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.


It seemed there was always a third person with them.

His presence like a specter just over her shoulder,
in the corner of her eye.

She could ignore it no longer.

She knew she had to see him.


Martin said...

Long overdue, Ciara. As atmospheric as ever.

helen said...

Nice hipstamatics all!