There’s something about the short life of a dew misted Azalea bloom that makes you want to hold your breath. Hold the day, the moment.
Hold precious time, all of it, in with the air you breathe.
Ocean Road
Azalea
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Photography, short stories, accidental poetry. Memoir. Interpretations of an unanticipated bend in life. For all the unexpected hard, soft places that we have landed under the infinite vast skies of hope. This is our story…
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