ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS

Torn apart,
Two sides pulled,
pulled apart, opposite directions.
Two Faces,
faces molding into one.
Who can tell?
Tell the difference,
only one.
Once different
now one in the same.
Who can separate them?
Who can know?
Only one,
one who truly knows,
knows me,
know you.
Torn, broken.
One now two,
two mold together,
two make one,
a new one.
Who truly knows?
Who is truly you?
Truly me?

The Bloody Hand

One day my friends and I were walking around and we saw this hand, a bloody hand. You know where this bloody hand is? It is at the SLE campus... Haha just kidding is is just paint but you totally believed me for a second.

Sorry that I did not get a picture up yesterday I tried but my computer was being stubborn. So here is todays picture, this is one of my favorite pictures that i have taken, mainly because I had to set and wait for the perfect drop. I took many pictures but only one turned out right.:) I hope you enjoy this picture as much as I do.
This drop falling reminds me of a tear that is falling, a tear that has been held in and was let out at the perfect time. This tear is a sign of brokenness. It shows the need to let go sometimes, the need to cry.

Enjoy,
Elizabeth Kay

Here is todays picture.

This is a picture that I took on a day during homecoming week, this is on the back road of my school.

Picture a Story,

Elizabeth Anne

Picture Me a Story

In my new blog I shall be posting a new picture each day that i have taken. I may write a story that i made up about it and what i see in it but mainly I want to see what you have to say. I am asking you to write me a short story, a few sentences, or how ever much you want, it may just be your opinion on the picture. This is for yourself and I to use our creative side. I hope you enjoy the photography and the stories the you and friends of mine create. :)

With love to all who read this,
Elizabeth Anne