It's ironic. When you go to college and get away from your high school classmates, you think "None of these people at the university know me. They don't know my past, my problems, my failures, my mistakes. I can be anyone I want to be now." And then 34 years later, when you meet up with those same high school classmates, you think "All of these people know me. They know my past, my problems, my failures, my mistakes. And I don't have to be someone I'm not."

Last night was fun.

lily in spring: self-portrait

Okay, so she's not outside, but it WAS taken in May.

autumn in winter

Went on a winter hike over the weekend.

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apalachicola, fl

self portrait - st. george island, fl

nyc

lily

waiting