“…my mother died. I was with her. She is with me”

My mother died when I was 15. The impact lingers to this day. So this piece by Masaru Goto struck me deeply: “…my mother died. I was with her. She is with me” I love the intersection of poetry and photography. I want to explore that myself. A powerfully moving project.  

The Need To Write

Part of my brain is itching to write. Usually, there’s something to be said, though. “Oh, I need to blog about this…” coming flowing into my head. Today, though, there’s just a need to write, to type. Oddly, I’ve spent all day in front of a keyboard, so why spending more time in front of Read More …