the 'worlds' most crooked street. i'm not sure if you can get a glimpse from this photo of this magnificent winding road. i wondered about the persons who live here in these beautiful homes. who are they? do they love it? what do they do for fun? how did they land such a gorgeous space? most fun was a lovely lady walking with her 2 little girls asking people where they were from. it turns out we were so many from so many different places; germany, india, japan...
like this house... who lives here?!
i'm especially attracted to doorways these days. i supposed as an opening, an invitation, a beginning (sometimes an ending) into... i like to hold my friend's dreams in my heart. together we talk and think and try to find a way to edge closer to our dreams. these days my friend h. is thinking of her 'next move.' what will it be, what will she do... she has some ideas, hopes, dreams... these days exactly she's waiting for a yes to begin her next 'project.' she's afraid and doubtful, i on the outside, maybe a bit more objective can see no reason why not, and almost every reason why she should receive a yes in response to her request. i am hoping she has a chance to walk through a new doorway and get closer to her dream...love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream-world into reality. ~henry david thoreau
