beautiful girls in beautiful suits designed by Kortni Jeane. 

canon AE-1, thirty-five millimeter film

in the fall when the air got colder, we raked pine needles into large piles and wore thicker socks. red noses, we fought over the checkered vest my mother wore when she was small--it was hanging in the garage beneath the raincoats all summer, forgotten. 

 

kari, thirty-three weeks pregnant, in the late afternoon

canon AE-1, thirty-five millimeter film

i sat in the tub for a long time, staring at the yellow tiled wall opposite me. my body was warm, too warm, and i felt hot blood pulsing in my arms and fingers. i thought about time, about change and places i longed for. i thought about my body, i studied my toes. after a while, i leaned forward and rested my heavy head on bent knees. i thought about nothing, alone in the tub--alone and content to sink into the thickness of feeling.

i spend nearly all my time with children. its improved my character tremendously.

on the morning that we left the house in new england, i walked through empty rooms. the rugs had been rolled, the corner where the piano had sat for years was blank and bare. my footsteps sounded loud, foreign on the wooden floors and it seemed the walls that witnessed my childhood had already forgotten me, forgotten the years we called them home.