Thursday, April 30, 2009

She's sideways again.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Half an hour.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009


Monday, April 27, 2009

The next time she looked it was gone.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

She moved through another day.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

She found the curve.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Motionless, probably dead.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

... this infinite gazing.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

She got off the bus.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Neither were perfect.

Monday, April 20, 2009

... loving the impermanence of it.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

She shot strawberries today.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

She was tethered to all that she had ever been.

Friday, April 17, 2009

She has the luxury of space.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

She'll make a salad.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

... leave the faces to the imagination.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

She couldn't stop thinking about the picture of the wall and how much she didn't like it.

Monday, April 13, 2009

We are all bag ladies in the end.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

She had no desire to wield it around or to snap its lazy shutter.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

I'm simply a snap shot girl, she said.

Friday, April 10, 2009

The light was still her friend and in the morning it was her religion too.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

She looked down.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

... a picture that would stir her heart.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

She barely lifted her head.

Monday, April 6, 2009

She wanted to share the light and then look through their eyes to see what they saw.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

She didn't know how to get in between the cracks.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

She'd as soon eat it, as shoot it.

Friday, April 3, 2009

The page was blank.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

She repeated things in her head.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

That's something.