Monday, July 16, 2012

Youth Novels


Sitting where I am now, layering and tinkering with photos from two very specific summer days, from years ago. It says a lot, although I'm saying very little because I've never been good with words, about time and circumstance and growth.
I never want to stop growing.


  1. I think this is beautiful. I never want to stop growing. To stop growing means I have settled and I never want to have settled.


You're probably about to make me smile.