Somewhere along the road, we lost our way.. But we kept going. & far, far into the unknown we traveled… No maps. No destinations. We’re exactly where we need to be. —
Although she didn’t realize it in her time.. For us we always knew baby.. You were special…
wood carved ceremonial masks… Photo was taken by a friend I dig it… Thanks Sam Ridgeway..
Some Fiona Apple love..
The lovely Esperanza Spalding…
To see the world in a grain of sand
& a heaven in a wildflower
To hold infinity in the palm of your hand
& eternity in an hour.. — William Blake - Auguries of Innocence - The Pickering Manuscript
Seth Avett of The Avett Brothers with his old guitar..