just a little past perfection

07:15pm
7 - the number of completeness ...perfection

Taken this picture at my friend Patrick's cottage this summer. It seems that fate seems to be playing a repetition game with me, always taking me away to a cottage off into the heart of nature.

For those who get me, enjoy the happy artful coincidences that transcede artforms from life, to photograph to written, sung word.

<sub>You will be waiting by Barenaked Ladies

As we walk together through the autumn, nearing winter
Through the dying leaves and trees we call our home and native land,
You say you don't believe a thing I say, I say you don't believe a thing
You say you can't believe how I don't understand

Chorus:
But I Know
That you will be waiting
Oh I know
That you will be waiting
Oh I know
You Will be waiting
Waiting there for me

You say you cannot live with me, you need your own identity
And now we air our laundry on national TV
And so you hate my arrogance, my smothering, and sitting on the fence,
But I'm afraid of the hard permanence of letting you go free

Chorus

I'm so sick of fighting and that effigy you're lighting looks
An awful lot like someone whose name I just can't quite place
And though you say it's not supposed to be me or any entity
Still through the flames and smoke I see I recognize that face

Chorus

And you were someone who would
Always tell me things I don't know,
And tell me where to go
But there I'll always go, always go there
Whether or not you're waiting
I don't care if you'll be waiting
But please say that you will be waiting there for me
Don't you ever leave me, don't leave</sub>