These are my arty shots of our pumpkins. If you want to see them from the front, go to my Mommy blog entry.
Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
1 comment:
Great photos, I love the reflections.
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