Monday, January 23, 2012

Mountain Home

My grandparents took me on an escape to Asheville. It was full of warmth and vibrance and book shops and Christmas lights.

Friday, January 13, 2012

lingering sore spots

It is possible that I have haunted these places for the last time.
Places get buried in my heart more easily than people.

Monday, January 9, 2012

knit the ghosts of my steps

I am back to living alone and not knowing who my close friends are.
I am back to glorying in my Saviour alone.

This is 120 black and white film. I shot it on my Holga, hence the black spots and distortion with focus.