Two friends, 365 days.
work
nighttime sidewalk find
under
the contents of my purse
the moon belongs to me
the two of us
city layers
working layers
whaddaya know, salt works.
moment of perfect balance
what is it about shadows that are so intensely charming?
years later, pink and green flowers
itty bitty workspace from above
layout
loaf
tights, repurposed
oh hi, conscious miniature human
the look of peace
this doesn't look like much, but it's a beacon of hope in a lifetime of pie crust fear
at this point the beacon has sounded and they all move towards it
we'll miss you, hodson
documentation misfire
clearing my head, on the phone
going back to the grey with the trees watching
stop playing with your food.
rena
before 3rd dinner and 2nd goodbye
family first
of white.
or carbon, for that matter.
screwed up the ratio (shiver detail)
the cloak of an orozco zapatista.
thaid up/washed out
Enter your email address to receive new posts by email.
Email Address:
Follow