I just got some fresh scans, about nine months of time across a handful of rolls.

There are long gaps between the Thanksgiving cousins, the starkly lit winter walks, the softening of spring and the summer color. It will take me a while to make sense of this mish-mosh of images, but one thing that was obvious at the first pass – how small and close so many of my photos were. This makes sense to me.

The larger world is mad beyond comprehension, and so without realizing what I was doing, I set my focus on the tiny, the colorful – the beautiful. Where possible, I obscured the rest. You don’t have to dig too deep reach the subconscious message.

To fill my eyes and frame with something lovely, if only for a moment’s reprieve.

And wishing the same for you,
Debbie