Stories...

Stories.

I'm falling back in love with them.

Those with and without words.

When things line up.
All there.
Ready.
Waiting.
For a receptive audience.
For a brief period of time.

I'm marinating in this frame.
Appreciating it.

Captured impermanence.

Invite the wild in...

Friday night.
I had a dream I befriended a fox.
I fed and pet it.

Saturday morning.
I saw one.

Later, I documented my first event in over a year.
A small, intimate Newari wedding…
…with family at its core.

They found me.
Like the fox.

Heart open.

Ready to invite the wild in.

The beginnings of letting go...

The back of the pack.
That’s where you’ll find me.
Most days.
On the fringes.
Corralling.
Observing.
Ever so slightly, loosening my grip.
A shift accompanying this season of mid-life.
The beginnings of letting go.