Friday, April 23, 2010

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us...


Paper Mill Bridge, originally uploaded by Patrick_md.

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

~Tom Stoppard

1 comment:

Niffer said...

I don't know why I never paid much attention to this blog of yours, but I LOVE it. Your photos are beautiful and your words can be so powerful.

I'm sure you haven't heard this enough lately, but I think you're a beautiful person, Holly. I'm glad we know each other.