I really have no words here. Elina and Kevin will be holding their baby within a month and it leaves me speechless. She is growing a human inside her amazing body and he is supporting her. Together they are a family and, of course, they have no idea what they’re in for. And it’s beyond my ability to describe. And they let me document it. And moreover? I get to be there for the birth. No words.
Popsicles on the front stoop. After dinner walks. Bare feet. Sprinklers. Fireflies. The smell of chlorine in my children’s hair when I kiss them goodnight. Beach reading. Wrinkly-pool-soaked-toes. Impromptu visits. Late mornings. Sandy PBJ sandwiches. Canoes. Reunions. Tomatoes off the vine. My husband wearing shorts. Flip flops. Eating outdoors. Strawberry margaritas.
(And a selection of pictures from my project 365 taken over the past month.)
one of the pitfalls of a 365 project for me has been the pictures i overlook. sometimes the image i choose to represent any given day isn’t actually the best picture i made that day. looking through the archives is both a delight of forgotten moments and an embarrassment of photographic mistakes. occasionally i pick a day or a month and pour over the raw images. sometimes i process them. sometimes i re-process them. sometimes i send them to my mother. today i’m dreaming of summer and looking through lost images from last august.