I may have massacred Dylan's poetry with that title, but this last week I have needed to remind myself to breathe - and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who sent such kind words and condolences.
I never knew what to write, and would often sit in front of a blank paper, staring, trying to find words to wrap around such big feelings. And now I know, that even the littlest word brings so much with it.
I am taking great comfort behind the viewfinder these days finding Mother Nature's spring rebirth in tucked away corners.
Changes....
"For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication." Friedrich Nietzsche
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