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I became truly free when I stopped caring whether others understood me.
There’s a sadness at the end of summer days that sits at the base of my throat. A season so short and beautiful, it’s hard to say goodbye to despite knowing so much more lies ahead. The end of every new month with my children reminds me of this feeling. I hold onto the memories of the size of their hands and how little they feel as they walk beside me or grasp my fingers while they sleep in my arms. Saying goodbye to my grandfather has reignited so much deep love inside of me. Loss reminds us of the things that we truly value and what we want to hold onto forever. Those are the photos I want to take.
I’m so bad at posting my same / next day sneak peeks since I fell off blogging forever ago (You can thank my toddler). But Sophie was too sweet this morning not to share.
This is how photography started for me. My dad’s camera and his weighing trust that I wouldn’t drop his lenses. I can get lost in landscapes forever because my parents, in all our adventures together, never rushed me through them.
My 22 month old hiking #Acadia like a pro.
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