I’ve grown up on this driveway. This place has always been warm, very dear to my heart. It was a place I could come when I was little and play in my grandmothers flowers and have sweet conversations with her and the birds. Now it’s where the people that mean the most to me live (besides my married sister who lives with her husband, for some reason).
It’s always been here for me to come back to when times were rough or just lacking inspiration. I could always breathe easier here. I get to hear the crickets and frogs make their music every hazy evening and feel the trees breathing on the paths through the woods. I’m still a youngin’, but I feel with every year and every trial it’s most important to focus on what I’ve got that’s good. I thank God for this little Eden my family has been given in the oddest little town in the middle of absolutely nowhere.
Rooftops #3. December 2013. Bath.
By Mike Sutton
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superseventies: stevie nicks on stage.
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Cabin by the Orwell, 2013 on Flickr.
O Arise, All You Sons
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“She was always a little bit surprised by the efforts women made to look young. She was actually very happy about growing older because it meant more time for herself, more time for her family, and separation from the frenzy of youth and beauty that is Hollywood. She was very strict about everybody’s time in life.” -Luca Dotti remembers his mother Audrey Hepburn. (Left: Audrey Hepburn circa 1957. Right: Audrey Hepburn in 1990)
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