Tuesday, March 31, 2009

It's good to love.

Monday, March 30, 2009

She wanted everything too much.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Friday, March 27, 2009

I should serve cookies, she thought.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

She liked commas.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

She felt like she was standing on her head.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

"Today," she said, "is like a rack of i's."

Monday, March 23, 2009

She didn't know if she would be brave enough to bring the camera to the level of her eyes.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

A dark vessel filled with a surprising light ... all the picture she needed.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

She wanted lazy lines and slow movement.

Friday, March 20, 2009

She hated its ordinariness, its pinkness; its miracle.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

The light was either a rocket blasting off .... or held no interest at all.