A dot through my lens.

Seeing dots through my lens.

In Quebec, I found a dot in the sidewalk. The beauty of Quebec is still with me.

A perfect rest.

A perfect rest.

They tired of my taking photos. I tired of them walking without me.


Life is still.

I remember feeling closely connected to myself and distantly connected to others.


Beauty kept reminding me.


I was shown that busting through comes with force.

I still remember my painful thankfulness.


I couldn’t love my daughter more.


She is stunningly beautiful.


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