Thursday, 21 June 2012

Black Inuit & a poem

I grew up on sunshine and laughter and very little money.
I grew up with people and stories and very few worries.
I grew up on beaches, soccer fields and wherever Fun was.
I grew up looking for trouble if it didn’t find me first.

The poem has nothing to do with the photos. Enjoy the beautiful Thia, The Black Eskimo:


















































5 comments:

Miss Footloose | Life in the Expat Lane said...

A very lucky person indeed. And the photos are gorgeous.

Anonymous said...

Gosh Thia one of a kind! Hope you are the same insinde out...cute poem there Nana

BessieAkuba said...

wonderful job of capturing her beauty. :)

Unknown said...

Love those photo's!

Anonymous said...

Amazing images!

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