The new life feels crowded and often unbalanced. But there is still room for the occasional moment for a girl and the camera.
I still love hands, little and big. I still like a good apple fresh-picked from the tree. I still love the golden light of fall the best.
Hayrides and apple-picking. Hikes. Hanging the occasional load of laundry. Cooking yummy food on the weekends together.
I appreciate my good, dear, and patient family and miss them.
This is how I feel sometimes, turned upside down and clinging on: