take my hand and climb with me…

three hundred degrees: ‘your weakest moments…’

Crosses ~ José González

three hundred

comes a time

for crying

a mourning


the past


hearts full

of hurt

seek healing



the rain



of drowning

and salt water




the only way

(  t h r o u g h  )

is through


Cast some light and you’ll be alright…


5 comments on “three hundred degrees: ‘your weakest moments…’

  1. The Rider
    July 28, 2013

    Hauntingly beautiful

  2. Moazzam Shaikh
    July 28, 2013

    Congrats! You’ve reached three hundred degrees. A beautiful journey indeed. 🙂

  3. Elia Bintang
    July 28, 2013

    True… Cast some light and you’ll be alright 🙂

  4. seanbidd
    July 30, 2013

    To find fathoms beneath the painting by the rain, a fresh scent of eucalypt, waking to the daze, where the tall leaves wait for time, to be spilling water again beneath a blue sunshine.

  5. Chas Spain
    August 4, 2013

    Beautiful image – the landscape feels familiar.

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