All I can think about these days is peach cobbler. I remember a really easy recipe with flour and sugar and melted butter poured over fruit and baked. I think there may have been an egg called for. And nutmeg, I’m sure. And vanilla ice cream as a topping.

The photography side of my brain requires this kind of hunting and gathering, often gleaning what is left behind or unnoticed. Stealing little moments and savoring them.

 
 

When I am stuck, I go back to the basics, roaming around my home with no clear destination or agenda, simply letting my intuition guide me to the next photograph. A place, a time of day, or an object can be deeply personal. I’m not sure if these pictures are part of a project. I don’t think too much about what I am going to do with them. What I do know is how they make me feel. Like a love letter to myself.

 
 

What saves us? Kindness and generosity.
Compassion. Grace. Forgiveness.
Faith that grounds us on the one hand,
and lets us skim along the water’s surface
on the other.
Vision clouded, thoughts reflected,
crystal clear.
In trying so hard to be good,
we lose our way.
I dismantle my way of thinking
and sink completely
into wholeness.