The Club — ancestor
The Trees Have Eyes (But not in a creepy or sci-fi way)
ancestor native american trees
My parents are moving from my childhood home. That deserves its own post entirely someday… but not now. This summer, I was in town visiting them, knowing it was probably going to be the last time I walked that land in that way. I had just gotten a Fujifilm camera for my 44th birthday, and it was the perfect opportunity to play around with it and also attempt to capture the place that held half my life. Literally. I got married at 23 and lived there until that day. Sorry, that’s just sinking in a little deeper as I realize...