Life is beautiful and brutal, tender and terrible — keep your heart open.
Day of Rest
As I mentioned in my last post, one of the things I learned from my dad is photography.I learned how to love the process, to enjoy looking for things to capture and figuring out how to frame them, how to notice things. In honor of him, of this gift, and of Father’s Day, here are a few pictures I took this weekend.
this is what happiness looks like, sam running in the dog park