bad lighting

Over exposed 

Good lighting

I love how the light catches the color, making it seem alive. 

Listen to me.
Light dose not come for us to gape at it, light is light.
Light comes to aluminate what we should marvel at, light is unselfish; it lights a boundless sky,  reflecting waters,
people.

Perfection docent mean be the light, it means catch the light and hold on.
If there is something worth living for, or worth dyeing for keep it in your life,
because chances are that is what makes you perfect.  

Tilted, frame. 

Beauty in dark places. 

Red makes me think of happiness, sadness, anger, and love.
How dose one color, movement, look.  Give us so much.
Yet mean so little.
At times. 

Fire in my veins at the sight living fire. 

Who knows who is in focus at the time. Live your life like your in focus everyday of your life. 

Fire 

On the flight back from gathering the mother humming-bird thought, 'what if i lost everything, what if life lost its flavor, addiction, temptation to live?'
How could it lose its silver glow...
The snow started to fly, delicately peppering her wings, worry grew in her breast as she thought of her freezing children. Life can lose its gold, addiction... when we lose the ones we love we lose our sight of silvery loveliness around life. 

Delicate, beauty... I saw the beauty, but why can something griped in a frozen death be beautiful.