A pause

I haven’t written or shared photographs here for a long while. We experienced a loss last year that changed us all. I’ve felt inspiration differently since then. The need or desire to share what I create essentially dissipated, or has, at least, shifted. I began writing and sharing photos here for many reasons. One of the most meaningful to me was that our girls would have a series of touchpoints to their past, to what we live today and what we work hard to sow for their future selves. That is essentially what this will be going forward. Maybe changing this to a private site would make sense, but I have enjoyed connections I've made here. It feels like hard work to reflect right now, while living these moments still gives me satisfaction and joy. But I don’t want there to be a hole in what has otherwise been a faithful account of their spreading wings. So I want to continue and even fill in some of the gaps from the last 6 months, even if the loss of someone so dear renders the entire palette of our world less vibrant. Marie was my biggest fan here and always encouraged my more creative pursuits. So, continuing on here is for her as well.

December light

Sheep baa-ing

On a December day, just before Christmas, we heard a tinkling of baa-s. A chorus. The girls and I ran to follow the carol and found a whole field behind our house transformed...by a flock of sheep. They were so beautiful, wearing their thick wool coats, not yet shorn. Tiny lambs clumsily loped around, close behind their mothers' tails. Colette was just terrified. Marguerite bright and fascinated, watched them. Romy basically joined the flock. They would scatter as she tried to get right in the middle, a bit jumpy by her overly friendly ways.