The ruin on the ridge stopped defending itself a long time ago, and the cloud moves through it now like breath. I am trying to learn that from it.
what's ready to let go?between chaptersguest spot
The ruin stopped defending itself a long time ago, and the cloud moves through it now like breath.
Photographer and new grandparent, somewhere between chapters and in no rush to name the next one. I make pictures of things that are quietly coming apart, and lately I have started writing about them too.
The ruin on the ridge stopped defending itself a long time ago, and the cloud moves through it now like breath. I am trying to learn that from it.
what's ready to let go?The contrail says exactly where the plane has been and nothing about where it is going. Some mornings I am mostly contrail.
what still trails behind you?