Giveaway

Almost every time I shoot, I see something, and I shoot it, and shoot it, and shoot it trying to figure out WHAT I was feeling in what I am seeing. But I inevitably have to stop shooting, and I…

Grace

Grace

“Have I lost your heart?” he asked me, and I didn’t know what to say, what to do but to ask myself the same, and the answer that came was “I think I’ve lost my heart.” Things have not been…