In the quest for the perfect image we often scrub out real life, removing signs of the every day. When left in their places, allowed to be, common objects are given future purpose in helping us remember seasons of our living that will soon be long gone. That’s pretty perfect to me.
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The first born makes a mother. They come as a surprise and trench through us making everything we thought we knew nothing, and everything we truly knew deeper and wider. The tiny dependencies dwindling, the vast developments charting themselves as well-planned gifts to wash over us bringing unexpected joy. The discoveries are singular and entertaining, […]