snapshot

little bits of light and dark. isn't life just a bit like that? sunny days and shadows and the interplay between them. we're all holding our branches aloft, finding comfort in the shade and beauty in the spaces between the leaves.

light: a bird who's waited ages for her legs | experimental feather | wrist finery | furry friends
dark: glorious weeds | a reminder | the penalty for inattention | garden bath

(it's been a long while since i've done this. i always find it telling to look back at a month this way, like flipping through journal pages. what i see is probably fairly consistent. how i see changes all the time.)

xo. r