My pretty little sister.
I took these pictures of an old house one day I was out walking. This house has been standing there empty for as long as I can remember and it’s the kind of house kids love to tell ghost stories about. But I think it’s a very cute old hose and it’s a shame that it just stand there and fall together like that. If I could I’d buy it would, and I could paint it white again and fix the garden and buy old-fashioned garden – chairs I could sit in in the summer…
“Watching the smoke dance out of a cigarette is like watching a girl dance out of her dress” -D.H. Mondfleur
Having a cigarette at 2 am…
These pictures are not really taken by me, obviously because I’m in the pictures. But by my friend Isabelle with my camera. I just edited the colors a little and decided to post them here because I really like the “mood” of them. And because this was such a nice night at her place.
All this snow makes the air humid, and you can even feel it inside the house if you stand near a window. If you look closely you can see wet drops on the glass.
(This photo gives me kind of twilight associatons… I almost expect to see a glipse of Edward jumping from one treetop to another with Bella on his back.)