I don't know how to curate a blog. But I know what it's like to connect with another human and share stories and wine and walk on the beach with local cider in hand and watch the sunset, however dim it might be due to winter's residue. I don't know much about most things, but I know sunlight spilling onto the bodies of people I love, an illumination of gold, and glory. I know a fair amount about sending texts that say, "We don't have to have intentional one on one time, in fact, I have a lot to do, but I want to just be near you," and then lo and behold, having most of the time be spent in conversation without expectation. I now know about laughing as we plop blackberries onto our tongues and scoop goat cheese onto fig and olive crisps (praise the good Mother for Joe the Trader and all of his delicious snacks). I met Tanisha a week(?) or so ago and I photographed her for my Space series. And here we are! I am hopeful. Here's my first blog post. It's not much, but it's true.
