It ends, It begins, It is what you make it.

Heavens knows how often I do, or do not makes sense. (If you ask my kids, its less often than I care to believe). I had the opportunity of a lifetime, a near guarantee that it was happening, and then, somehow, it fully fell through. But as happens time and time again, as I think something is about to begin, and it seemingly ends, the Universe is sending me down a path I hadn't anticipated - ultimately more rewarding - and through this we come into being.

I have been sent off on a hilly - nay, mountainous - journey of unlayering, unpacking, deconstructing my experiences, only to come full circle back to my child self, but with a new understanding.

What I had previously conceived to be flaws - traits I had to train out - are coming together as a strength I still do not fully understand, a power I have yet to fully harness. Failure is learning, and my Omi was adamant that you learn something every day. That is to say that every day you will fail at something. Be that the Universe ensuring your progress, or seeking out new experiences to fail - and learn - through.

Today I reminded myself, it is what I make it. While I may not have taken the shots I had in mind, this was an entirely impromptu shoot, we worked with what we had, us (and our kids) had an amazing time - especially with COVID restrictions lifting here, and I have a pretty good Idea of what will be needed for if we plan in advance.

Oh ya, and we spent a good portion of the afternoon relaxing tits out in the sunshine.

So I sit here. I feel a pull to stop. To stagnate. To revert. To fall apart and say Fuck it all.

Its time to stop thinking about how I do this, and just do this. Here is my art. Here are my photos. Here are my words, Take what you like.

I post how I please; Model release always agreed. The length and the frequency is mine to decide as I see fit.