The End.



Why, do you always do this to me?
Why, couldn’t you just see through me?
How come, you act like this
Like you just don’t care at all

-Avril Lavigne

Wheat Kings.

Wheat Kings

Sundown in the Paris of the prairies
Wheat kings have all treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty breezes
Pushing around the weathervane Jesus
 In his Zippo lighter he sees the killer’s face
Maybe it’s someone standing in a killer’s place
Twenty years for nothing, well, that’s nothing new
Besides, no one’s interested in something you didn’t do
Wheat kings and pretty things
Let’s just see what the morning brings
I took a long time and many angles of this picture.  I wanted to do this song justice.  It’s my favourite by an incredible Canadian band called The Tragically Hip.  Last night was a very special night as “The Hip” played their final concert in their hometown.  Gord Downie, the lead singer, was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer in December and announced to the country that they would be doing a final tour to celebrate life, love, music and their country Canada.

Wheat Kings is a haunting song written about the true story of David Milgaard, a teenage boy who was wrongfully accused and charged with murder.  He was then released from prison 23 years later after finding new DNA evidence.

Hair: Truth – Isolde @ Mainstore
Outfit: Pixicat
Bracelet: Izzie’s
Head: Catwa
Body: Maitreya
Skin: Belleza
Freckles: Izzie’s

Pose: oOo Studio
Location: The Far Away