beginning sunsets

Allie and Anikki came to visit me on New Year's Day. It was a fantastic way to start 2012.

My dearest Rye,

I love you so much. The days you've gifted me have been among the most loved and filled with jeweled memory pieces that I have been given.

I wish I could hold your heart so that nobody else could break it.

tell you what you already know

Angie spent two days with me right before Christmas. They were just what I needed; she has similar views and beliefs to me, and in two hours at Waffle House, a hike to a mountain top, and prowling through fields, we had a heart-to-heart that I had been waiting for weeks to have.

those I haunt

I recently read the surrealist novel Nadja by Andre Breton, and he discusses that our identities could be defined by who we haunt.

I do not haunt people, but I leave fragments of myself behind in words and photographs.

Mountain Home

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

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.

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.