Sometimes, right before I fall asleep, I picture myself smudging ashes across my face, warrior style, from the bridges I've burned along the way.
But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own... -Mary Oliver
People often describe my work as haunting. I've been thinking about this a lot lately and I suppose it's always been a very real dream of mine, to be ghost-like. Invisible and visceral and tangible all at the same time. // anyhow here is a very gorgeous soul soaking in the golden pink of sunset at the base of a magical waterfall.
Last night I had a migraine attack but this morning I had a surprise super silly snuggle pile. I'm choosing to start the day feeling grateful. @thomasgardella thank you for being such a good papa to our babies. I wish your face was in this but your shoulder is so it counts. Love you so.