Michelle Hitt
Profile
- Name
- Michelle Hitt
- Age
- 21
- City
- Hurley
- Country
- United States
- Joined
- Aug 2007
I am a Registered Nurse at a local nursing home and have a love for visual, written, and auditory art. I write a little, and take pictures a lot. If any editing has been done to a photo I will list it in the description. I see photography as a way to remember a meaningful moment in time, or to share the beauty (or in some cases, the hilarity) of something with somebody who wasn’t there to see it with their own eyes.
Besides the above stated interests/hobbies/passions, I also enjoy baking and cooking – and I’m always more than willing to trade recipes.
On the road of life, don’t forget to pause for the memories.
:-)
Groups
Michelle Hitt hosts Falling Leaves, Food for Thought and Welcome to Wisconsin and is a member of All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Everything Winter, Fabulous Flowers, friends of redbubble, Icy Cold, Light and Reflection, Macro Photography, Michigan Beauty, Musical Art, Petshop CS2, Rural America, Selective Coloring, Snail Mail, Still Life Photography, The Art of Nursing, The Eyes Have It, Trees, Two Word Challenge and Video Montage Group.
Journal Entries
Finally.
Posted 2 months ago.
I'd like to introduce...
Posted 4 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Holy cow!!!
Posted 4 months ago, 1 comment so far.
A reason to cry...
Posted 4 months ago, 11 comments so far.
I hate my funky sleep schedule...
Posted 4 months ago, 1 comment so far.
Crap. It is official.
Posted 4 months ago, 15 comments so far.
There's nothing like getting sick.
Posted 5 months ago, 6 comments so far.
I can't believe I made it out alive...
Posted 5 months ago, 12 comments so far.
What a Weekend!
Posted 5 months ago, 2 comments so far.
'Tis an odd thing I have realized...
Posted 6 months ago, 3 comments so far.
Art
Writings
Cold Season
Shivers. / I’m cold. / Boosebumps sneak up / Covering my body entirely. / I listen to the wind / Oudside, howling through the trees - / It rattles my window panes / Giving me / More of a chill. …
Bar Flies
Where liquors flow / Right out the doors / And peanut shells / Cover dirty floors / Where times stands still / But at the same time not / Where memories are made / But soon forgot / Where fantasy girl…
He's a Soldier Now
We used to sit / And talk for hours / We used to run / Through the April showers / We used to build / Sand castles and towers / But he’s a soldier now We used to love / To laugh and play / An…
To Nap, or Not to Nap...
To nap, or not to nap; what a ridiculous question: whether ‘tis better for my eyes / To suffer attempting to hold themselves / Open to the light of day or to let them / Slam shut and let darknes…
Just Like You, Dad
Goosebumps jump up across your skin / I ask if you’re cold / You shake your head, “No” / I sit on the little stool watching / As you shave another bit of stubble / From your rosy cheek / You wor…
Hot Chocolate
I open my mouth / And the smooth, rich flavor / Runas across my tongue. The creamy bubbles / Disintegrate on my lips, / Making them sticky. I swallow. / The warmth starts at my throat / And make…
