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.
Stories...
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.
