rare morning at my house, from before Tara's visit

another view from portland

baby checks head

i love this one too. i love seeing Jeffrey with his boys . . .

i think i want to use this one. . .

i've been having a really hard time figuring out what i want to shoot and what i want to say in this whole process and last night it finally occurred to me that i've been going about this all wrong. i keep trying to photo things the way you do. since it's your show and your gallery and your the artist. and i finally realized thats why i feel mute.

i just finally thought, "no wonder i'm having such a hard time doing this the way Briana does, I'm not her."

it still amazes me that i have this whole little sister view of life. like we're still 6 and 8 and we're in the back yard and you made up a game and i'm trying to play along and follow the rules, because you're the big sister, you're the authority on imaginary games. or seemed to me for sure at the time.

i don't think i knew imaginary before i met you, at least i didn't know how to share it. it seems i still struggle with that.

anyway, i have this photo of you and Attila everywhere and i can't get enough of it. so i wanted to add it . . .

when we were walking together, here

I made this picture when I was looking for somewhere to walk near Troy's work; it's the same place I took the canoe/pink balloon picture and the pink ribbon on the blue-green pipe picture and the flaccid jump rope picture.
But when I saw your park picture with the building softly in the background, it made me think of it immediately.

in the park

tuesday night on the way home . . .

we went out walking and found an abandoned plum orchard heavy with not quite ripe fruit. it smelled like summer and autumn together, ripe blackberries, warm dry grasses, dust, and cool beneath the surface. we saw our first owl in the wild, huge, swooping across a meadow in the woods beyond the orchard. it was bittersweet, time stopped, but the night came quicker than ever.