His eyes open
To reveal a wonder, a question, an old soul.
His eyes open
To see family, friends, beauty.
Colour, movement, textures
Travel to his memory.
His eyes open
His sees the gifts of the day.
His eyes open
To reveal a wonder, a question, an old soul.
His eyes open
To see family, friends, beauty.
Colour, movement, textures
Travel to his memory.
His eyes open
His sees the gifts of the day.
Okay – it isn’t exactly over Helen’s mountain – but if it were I’d imagine this is what it would look like. I actually took this photo one night after the day had been so terribly hot and humid.