How do you begin to explain to someone the light they bring into your life? The warmth they put in your heart? The grin they put on your face? Together or apart, this is my sunshine. It is what helps me wake up in the morning. It keeps me from feeling down. Moments like these, laughing for no reason at all. This is why she is my sunshine. She has no clue how beautiful her soul really is. Just seeing a photo of her makes me smile. She is beautiful. She is the definition of sunshine. My sunshine. Without her I feel cold & lifeless I need her to function, just as we need the sun to stay alive. My sunshine she will forever be. ☀️
hey!! i was wondering, what's your take on the harvesting of trees? i follow your blog because like you, i love wood, the trees they come from , the smell, the forms. But when i see pictures like the latest one of trunks in the machine claws, it reminds me of those WWII photos of piles of corpses. It's the same thing. piles of tree corpses. and we the human race are the monsters in this picture. How do you see it, what do you think?