One from the Archive: Crown Fountain


Some days I look backwards. On those days I miss wandering around with a camera bag and lenses with Brett patiently waiting as I try some stuff out because I don’t really know what I’m doing and there’s no kid and all the time in the world, anywhere in the world, even when anywhere is home.

Most days I look forward. And on those days it’s going to be our kid splashing in a fountain near or far and us showing her just how big and wonderful the world is while we gleefully watch her try all kinds of stuff out and, you know, time is not about me, really at all, anymore.


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