I collected these on the coast of Maine years ago. Smooth, wave-tossed stones like these always bring me back to that magical island. It is my favorite place in the world, the place of my roots and fondest memories. I lost my voice last night to a sore throat and cough, and have been trying to get well again while single-handedly caring for a 19 month old who's cutting two giant molars. I shot these this afternoon in the hour between when my husband wakes and when he goes back to work. It was my time to connect with myself a bit, to the sound of father and son laughing and wrestling on the bed upstairs. I feel like it couldn't have been a better use of my time. For some reason, the careful arrangement of a few stones, the undivided attention to composing, focusing- it makes me feel lighter, more centered- a return to myself.
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