It was a blur...
Which sums up so much these days.
Years ago I'd have hundreds of images to edit.
This year, only a handful.
The push and pull.
Living life vs documenting it.
No right.
No wrong.
Go with the flow.
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.
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.
