eye of the beholder

Why can’t I try on different lives….to see which fits best?

Some days in late August at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar…

This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

Sleep is good, he said, And books are better.

I wish that photographs were physical spaces, like tunnels; that you could crawl inside them and go back.

Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.