Life brings us what our paths require: Liking it is not required
My left arm feels dead. A little stretch and a slight twitch of the fingers and something changed. A twinge, …
My left arm feels dead. A little stretch and a slight twitch of the fingers and something changed. A twinge, …
Loving what you photograph in the sense espoused by Buber won’t make you a better photographer or give you better …
It’s been over a month now since I made the trip back to Missouri to see my mother. It was …
Sunday morning I went to a garden to photograph and take space from my partner whom I had harmed …
“Grief, is like the one note that reverberates through all notes,” Karen, my partner of thirty one years said – …