the cardinal. perched on my sideview mirror.
one day my red will fit. and my wings with stretch. and I won’t remember this feeling of disconnect. form follows function follows form.
Moon phases, but more than that -you are my moon, constant and constantly changing, an immutable, malleable thing but ever there
Spring and Summer 2013 Gibbous
The arc of womanhood -that I was only so lovely when younger and that I would only grow so gracefully older -but instead. I am. Brave. Willing to change. Willing to lose. In order to wax on. Sometimes I am less. Sometimes I am more. But ever there. I will try to remember to humbly shine.
Photographs by Alexis Culver