I walk along these hillsides in the summer neath the sunshine I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me I say I walk along these hillsides in the summer neath the sunshine I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me I say I walk along these hillsides in the summer neath the sunshine I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me I say I walk along these hillsides in the summer neath the sunshine I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me I say I walk along these hillsides in the summer neath the sunshine I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me I say I walk along these hillsides in the summer neath the sunshine I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me I say 

Silvyr Rose

because I follow power lines

please see the beauty in this.........

about silv

heya! I'm Silv and if you're here by accident, please return to my homepage!

I live in the south and so does my camera

interests

  • Photography! (it's in the URL) with ususally 2000s digicams and DSLRs (for the cheapness more than the "aesthetic"
  • Exploring places past and present
  • Writing (check out my wiki for my hopefully upcoming story The Lights!
  • Driving and journeying

My Promise

I was once consumed by the fear I was wasting my life. It was suffocating, and fed back upon itself so that I could do even less. Since then, I have held a philosophy of never spending a full day within the walls of my home, wherever that may be, and getting outside to do something, anything, no matter if it is minus one degree or a hundred and ten. Years later, my outlook was once again shifted by meeting a friend who taught me the value of a journey, no matter the destination. I live now without the sunlight filtering through trees on its way to my window, with the fields and flowers and ferris wheels that raised me within reach, and in a place that does not always feel like home, but I know I can take refuge in wandering, in looking for nothing at all. I live my life in love with the journey.

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