I love broken anything! Shattered, decayed, I find a home inside the imperfect and destroyed. And with broken ice, it is so fleeting, there one moment, melted the next, capturing the moment like this is the only way to make it permanent.
Old things just like they have such a story to tell. This is why I can't get on with the digital age, I like to have a book or CD to physically hold, to get worn and have memories attached to. I don't understand my own generation.
i wish i dident have to , but sadly at this time of year in scotland it gets dark at about 4pm and i ushelky finish work at 6 pm and on my days off i see gf and friends so it makes it a bit hard in winter