Three kinds of silent

Two years ago today..

My little sister had her first child. I watched my nephew, and now godson, make his grand entrance into the world. Today I re-read what I wrote for him on his first birthday and naming day one year ago, and then at his first moments, caught on my camera one year earlier.. 

I miss him but skype makes that easier...

My tummy is rumbling...

tomorrow will be a baking day. 

novembre

novembre n'est pas au cœur des ténèbres.

Little things on paper

A day in the woods..

 

fall, falling

till we came upon this road,

till we came upon this road

You held a doll in your arms at the station, I held the sun
and commanded it shine through the all the decay and straight to my pale, pale skin

 I felt so small under the tall trees.
the best kind of tiny.

Monday: Two self portraits