He was in the back room, watching something on his iPad. ‘Is it OK if I sit next to you?’ I asked. ‘Sure’ he said. He shifted immediately to make space for me. When I sat down, his foot welcomed me alongside. I smiled to myself and felt like the luckiest man alive. I’d stay there as long as his foot did.
Hope lives here...
I wrote this for us.
We don’t know until we do.
Let’s not apologize for trying and it doesn’t turn out the way we thought it would.
Now we know.
Now we feel into whatever is on the horizon because until our days are done, we’re not done.
The ways forward remain endless and filled with possibility.
Hope lives here.
What does a good day look like...
What does a good day look like?
Even better, what does it feel like?
Delivery day...
Delivery day.
Here's where the rubber meets the road.
Will the photos land?
Will they see the magic in their everyday?
...and most importantly, will they feel it?
I did.
Now, I'll sit and pause in appreciation.
For them.
For the experience.
I'll breathe it all in, grateful for the adventures that my camera continue to take me on.
Fellow adventurer...
'You're a fellow adventurer, like me' he said...
...and something inside him lit up.
