You wandered through every city. Down every alley. You made your way on buses and taxis, boats and trains. Until one day, there was a kind of a clarity and you realized that all you had ever wanted, was home.
Photographed near Pike Place Market, Seattle, Washington.
It was not the easy path that had been promised to me, but I took it anyway, and when the light broke through the forest, I understood why.
Photographed at Ohme Gardens, Wenatchee, WA, with a Canon 7D, July, 2012.
The storm was coming, I could feel it. And yet I held tight, refused to let the winds knock me down, refused to be anything but what I am. Firm-footed, on solid ground.
Photographed in the North Mountains Preserve, Phoenix, Arizona
There was no need to stop and smell the roses. I was aware of them everywhere, their spring perfume filling the house, the dew on their petals reminding me of new beginnings.
Roses from my front yard, photographed on my kitchen table.
I let my heart spin free and wild and in that moment, I knew happiness.
Catalog I don’t need – with clothing I can’t afford – arrives – I toss it in the garbage. On a second thought, I retrieve it, take a look – it is filled with brightness and beauty. Suddenly – I understand – only with eyes wide open can I see whatever the world wants to show me.
The lilys are blooming in the yard – which means it’s that time when you can almost taste summer- and there is the slightest hint of the warmth to come, and you know, a corner has been turned.
Lilys photographed in my front yard, May, 2012.
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