Sometimes I can carry seek-rets long after someone's dead,but usually the trees have already heard tale by the wind. I sprawl out along the lush Appalachian mountain tops in sun dresses, take pictures of still waters and play along the sunshine, be quiet and listen to the winds of the storm. But at times, the sky weeps for me as I pillage for answers, breaking the chill of erosion and disillusion contrasted by such a nasty world. Please, Leave a Message [: Or im me, Yahoo - taraxrist . or www.tokbox.com/tararist & I take lots of Photos |