photographer // aesthete // occasional poet

I practice falling in love every day. I believe in magic. I love old folks’ stories, soft light, the weight of pomegranates, bare feet in alpine lakes. Making up words where language is limited. I'm afraid I won't try enough things, or that I will try and you'll laugh. I don't understand war, algebra, or why we pretend so much at who we are. When I grow up, I want to be a poem.