poetry. photography. storytelling.
We sat together,He and I,At the dockWhere he once did school. I did not find him there, I was led to him. I was forced to walk down a pathOf heavy weighted breakdowns and realizationsAfter being called to action by the black bird by the reservoir. He sang to me with urgent tone it was time to... Continue Reading →
My Heart, My Mom. She is an incredible human who went through hell and back this past year. I tried to post these pictures last night, but I just didn't know how to caption this to match her beauty, her strength, her compassion. So taking her advice, I'll keep it simple. This is my Mom. (Isn't... Continue Reading →
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