(I thought you should know its okay to be free)

now that I'm home for the holidays I'm experiencing this again.













and it isn't the best of things.

(not the muffin, the distance)

I am leaving to go down south early tomorrow morning, which I am looking forward to.
a nice change of pace. Hoping to find something abandoned or beautiful to photograph with my baby sister, who has become quite the little photographer herself.

home is wherever I'm with you.

from the other day.
im tired.
sometimes living is just
exhausting.

One year after my parent's divorce, my father rented a duplex and we were to stay with him all summer, and only see mother every other weekend. She gave me a little box, I remember, that had some awful quote on the front about being far apart, so that when I missed her I could have it and know she was thinking of me.
One day later on Caroline stepped on it, and my world fell to pieces.
She was probably only about three, but I hated her for it.
I spent the rest of that summer in the back yard, a meadow, all giant and yellow and endless and grassy.
I think it was full of wheat, I'm not sure, I only remember that it was very high and soft.
I was seven maybe. and so many of my own insides had already been lost it felt.

and that
is why I photograph meadows so much.

from the other day.
i sat around all day and played in the garden for a little while.
bought these shoes, for a dollar fifty.

Went antiquing and thrifting the other day.
Found so many treasures, and photographed a few today.
My favorite is a little milk jar that I've put some dried flowers in.

the petals are crisp.

im not sure
how i spent the first half of my life not knowing this person.