Once I spoke the language of the flowers,

Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,

Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,

And shared a conversation with the housefly

in my bed.

Once I heard and answered all the questions

of the crickets,

And joined the crying of each falling dying

flake of snow,

Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .

How did it go?

How did it go?

-Shel Silverstein

I like photos. I like to look at photos. I like to take photos. I like to learn about taking photos. If someone could start paying me just to take and look at photos all day, that'd be great.

I'm Alaskan.