sometimes you’re the rough, hard stones that litter the earth. and sometimes you’re not.
O my luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.
A rose is a rose is a rose – Gertrude Stein
Bethany Beach, Delaware
Antiquing in Delaware and I’m drawn to the weathered wooden window shutters.
Sometimes I look for them, but most of the time they find me.