
Photography may be the only thing that saves me.
Then again, maybe not.
These days I find it difficult to move into a space that is mine and mine alone and not feel guilty for having done so.

Photography may be the only thing that saves me.
Then again, maybe not.
These days I find it difficult to move into a space that is mine and mine alone and not feel guilty for having done so.


Taken on one of my walkabouts.
I took a walk around Idlewild Park yesterday, even though the skies were gray and full of rain. At the playground there were a few hardy souls celebrating a little girl’s fourth birthday, but that was about it.

