He’s a little rascal for sure…forever seeking treats.
Chewie...
Taking stock in the nest...
Tuesday at the office.
I haven't picked up the camera much of late.
Taking stock in the nest and feeling fortunate for this magical, yet fragile, bubble. Closing my protective wings around it.
In two places simultaneously...
I've been staring at this one all morning long. If you stepped inside of my head, this solo frame is all that exists.
Pan back and in reality you'll see me with a laptop, connected to the office...working remotely.
To my right, he's soaking in something on YouTube.
In two places simultaneously.
He feels my eyes on him and meets my smile with one of his own.
Where our kids run, our hearts follow...
Smiling now as I did then.
Where our kids run, our hearts follow.
Reid State Park, 2021.
The most important things are the hardest to say...
“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”
― Stephen King, Different Seasons
