Both captive and captivating, she waits. Her eyes reaching out from behind the steel, longing for what once was.
While the masses saunter past her, the sound of her infant calf grows faint and like the human idiomatic expressions of her kind, her memory serves her well.
Perhaps too well, for it would be easier to forget than to long for what shall never be again.
Photography by Jordan Larrigan
Work has been picking up, and while I am most certaintly NOT complaining in the least- especially “in this economy”- it has
left me with little time to myself. I finally published a blogpost- after nearly a month!- which feels pretty nice, and am making time to be a bit more social and meet new, exciting people.
My schedule, although chaotic, has not changed. I get up at 6:30AM, head to class, head home to change for work , leave at noon and head into the office, where I stay until about 6, to get home at about 7, to eat, then do homework, then shower and hit the hay. Yes, I do realize that was one VERY long run-on, but I also found it appropriate for the theme of the post, no?
Look forward to the days when my schedule isn’t so…y’know…rinse and repeat.