some things are just worth sharing

All I have to offer right now is this daily practice where I pay attention and focus on the good.

I have several personal projects swirling in my head, especially one that keeps surfacing regarding what it means to be a caregiver. Like many difficult paths, we tend to romanticize this role. We see commercials on television that admonish us to welcome aging parents into our homes and set our own lives aside to care for them. We see relationships between adult children and parents with dementia portrayed as loving and patient. But the truth is more gray, colored by guilt and sorrow and fear and resentment. There is love and kindness and laughter to be sure, but we do a great disservice to ourselves and those we care for when we pretend not to see the hardship and the burden as well. There is a silent majority who care for people they love or people who are entrusted to them. They go about life trying to do the honorable thing while still carving out time for themselves. They advocate for those who often have no voice and in the process sometimes lose their own voice. It's complicated . . . and there must be photographs I could make to tell this story.

In the meantime, I continue to make photo books of the little pieces of my every day life.

Here's my latest book from MILK Photo Books, Look at all the good instead. It's a snazzy little book using genuine Moleskine materials, including the famous black cover with rounded corners and ivory papers.

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