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.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s