Maybe depth of relationship comes with changes inside me. Changes in that place of rebellion that still burns like a stubborn ember of fire. When I look in the mirror nowadays, I see my facial features softening, melting a little. I look like my mother. I am becoming a beautiful crone. A wise woman. Like her. When I see her through my camera viewfinder, I see myself in 20-some years. And I hope with all my heart, that I am as good and kind and loving a human being as my mom is.
I am Lucky as a Photographer
I am lucky because I have been involved in this young woman’s life for over 4 years. I am lucky because she allows me to know her — the real her. I am lucky to watch healing happen in the heart a girl who was so wounded … and to see her find a partner who cherishes her, who is a good papa, who is gentle and funny and real.
Lessons from a Grandchild
“Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.” ~Mary Oliver I am babysitting my grandson, so my son and his wife can have an evening alone. I have been at their house a few days and have let Henry take the lead in deciding when and how much to trust his… Continue reading Lessons from a Grandchild