For Someone Who Didn’t

Birthdays are a funny thing. Sometimes they mean something to us; sometimes they don’t. Who can say which until the moment that upcoming birthday comes into sight. We should all celebrate the day we were born; it is an inherent right, to love oneself. But sometimes we can’t. Sometimes we don’t. Sometimes we wish we did.

This year I did. A fuss was made over me and it tickled. Everyone should feel like that at least once in his or her life; all the time, really.

The following photographs are a result of the week I felt that way. They are a little rough as I haven’t learned the camera yet.

Late afternoon at a pond playing with the light and the birds. The light at this time of year is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in Canada. It makes everything it touches special somehow, more special.










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