I clean house like this: Start in one room, half ass it, then start another room and do the same, then another, and so on, going back and forth between each room, periodically stopping for an ice tea, or perhaps (more like) a beer or two if I’m feeling saucy, while stepping back to mentally …
First Love, Circa: 2012
The day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. Anais Nin
blush a simple kiss
a wrinkle in time
On composition: Not much more than a random photo of my son years ago with his first love, how I ended up with it I’m not quite sure, I actually love the grainy noise of this old outdated cellphone shot aesthetically but more so I love how the photo speaks on that universally experienced great divide, that instantaneous moment in time that splits innocence to coming of age.