Pupas

So we've been listening to the Moth Radio Hour and getting some old timey entertainment in. Listening to others tell their unscripted, true stories makes me feel so connected to the world. It's such a basic human desire... to share, to listen, to give and take and feed each others' souls some humorous/tragic/incredible pieces of ourselves. To nourish with spoken words. I can't wait to hear Beanie and Minnow's stories, to be privilege to the making of their book, to be a part of it. I hope these short passages and pictures help them recall a happy beginning, a quiet feeling out to the world, if only buried deep in their cortex.

Summer time and the livin is...

While the livin may not be easy exactly it is a brilliant swirl of sun and dirt and river and beautiful young blue eyes soaking up this technicolor dreamy world. Here Sunday morn, picnic packed, swimsuits on, ready for another waterfall, another farmer's market. It's sweet and tangy and I'm already enjoying the aftertaste before I've even bitten down. The days go by while I plan the weekends and the weeks fly by with only a few pictures to serve as incomplete memory. All we have before we tuck in is the light scent of wet towel, lingering dirt in curly blonde hair, the stickiness of breastmilk coating our clothes, our sheets, our bodies.