A bride too far…
Soak in the sun.
May the skies rain blood!
The only time I’ll listen to a sign.
Watch as the sun sets behind the hills, masking the castle in its eerie shadow once again.
Finding the entrance is like stumbling upon a rift in time. Where time has stopped within, while life goes on outside.
When all else has forgotten. I will remember.
Upstate NY area, Buffalo, Rochester, Syracuse.
I do not do graffiti, I did it once, saw that I sucked, and continued to take pictures. Photography is my art form. :)
I hate this self loathing…