Is This A New Path I Have Found Or Still A Dead Tree I Can't Cut Down?

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Sweet Child O Mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I'd hide And pray for the thunder And the rain To quietly pass me by......GNR

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love this picture, it is a wake up call to the world. That there are people living like this in these times.

And reafirms an old saying.

I felt sorry for myself because i had no shoes. And then i met a man who had no feet.

For all that cry about thier life. This girl will grow up living in this cave. Thats not a prop folks that is a home.

And smile for you too take her picture, and the happiness
the few dollars she gets for it.

Your camera has capture way more than a simple tourista snapshot. It captures life.

Daaa

Anonymous said...

I love all the pictures and can not pick a favorite, they are all so great. I read them all and they all gave me a new prospective for my day. Love, Aunt Naomi

Anonymous said...

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