love for imperfect things

The words that accompany my photographs are often quotes from people I admire. I select these passages because they reflect my beliefs and feelings, expressed in language more eloquent than I might ever write or speak.

I tell people that writing is not my strength.

I wonder if this is true. Or am I simply afraid? There is the worry that what I have to say is not important or relevant or interesting.

There is a perceived need to be perfect at the outset.

But what if being myself is enough?

On my way to a barre class I stop the car, struck by the abundance of it all. / I keep asking myself what is the picture about. / I think this is how I feel inside, in full bloom. / Happy to be older, I breathe in the sweet spring, wishing I could lie on a bed of fallen petals.