I have been scrolling through a year’s worth of photos and paging through notebooks looking for images that spark not only time and place, but my hand, eye, and heart. I imagine each image to be a leaf falling from a tree. It’s as if I have been out after sunset with my headlamp looking for myself or the trail that we have traversed. The images are less a record of where we have been, but rather more what we have been noticing.
“and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”
–Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Elizabeth Holland
from about January 20, 1856
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Every rumination, every image, every quote is welcome. Thank you for these thoughtful days.