I could have sworn that it was yesterday we were talking about the blog turning one. And here we are and the year has flown by and with it, so have my twenties.
I say it time and time again the older I get, the more transient time seems to be. I cannot begin to express how difficult a year this has been for me. When you are faced with the possibility of losing what you hold most dear, your perspective on things can never be the same. So at least with that clarity I am thankful I can lay this year to rest.
Maybe as I get older, I realize we are not meant to be whole anymore. We give away pieces of ourselves and are pieced together by the broken pieces either left behind or those given to us by those we’ve dared to love.
Nothing is ever the same as they said it was. It’s what I’ve never seen before that I recognize -Diane Arbus
As I was walking through a retrospective of Diane Arbus’s work at the new Met Breuer, I couldn’t help but be amazed at how extraordinary the very ordinary was to her. She was able to put beauty aside and look for something deeper. And it was that soul searching in her photos that I loved the most. So as we turn a page together here on the blog, I leave you with the pieces of me I’ve been able to put together so far. And in my brokenness, I hope this ordinary journey can be an extraordinary one.
Love and light,