A Diary of Small Things

In everyone's life, even in the darkest places, there is something that brings them happiness. My name is Cliff Cumber, and this is my attempt to find those moments and catalog them day-by-day with a photo, a drawing, a line or two.

If you feel inspired, I hope you'll join me. One moment of joy, every day.

Mar 17
18 // via nathangibbs, care of Flickr and Creative Commons search: Room to breathe If I’m a bit behind in posting, it’s because damn, I’m busy! But I’m glad to be back. England’s nice and all, but small, and crowded. In one short week, I’d forgotten what it’s like not to have to duck as I walked into a low-roofed pub, or have room to swing my elbows without knocking an ornament off a shelf in my great aunt and uncles’ bijou semi-detached. So it was great to return to my American house and my American shower and not worry about banging my head on something.

18 // via nathangibbs, care of Flickr and Creative Commons search: Room to breathe

If I’m a bit behind in posting, it’s because damn, I’m busy!

But I’m glad to be back. England’s nice and all, but small, and crowded. In one short week, I’d forgotten what it’s like not to have to duck as I walked into a low-roofed pub, or have room to swing my elbows without knocking an ornament off a shelf in my great aunt and uncles’ bijou semi-detached.

So it was great to return to my American house and my American shower and not worry about banging my head on something.
Posted at 9:46pm

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