the mundane, the seemingly insignificant, the tiniest details of everyday life often overlooked and otherwise long forgotten.....
a mother sleeping with her two baby girls....all three together....his girls.....
flushed pink cheeks from the summer heat....browned skin and bandaids....
mom's signature painted nails, pale blue eyeshadow and long dark hair....hair cut shorter as babies grew taller....
a child's sandal tossed on the cabin floor.....a floor laid down by his own bare hands....
me always wanting to be snuggled by somebody.....especially when sleeping, but often while awake....
the sheets that stay the same year after year.....softened with patterns never forgotten....
the pillow that bears the mark from where my father once laid....no longer there....
no longer here....
left only with the pictures of the girls he adored.....
2 comments:
these are beautiful. i'm so happy that you take pictures of everything!
My father was also the family photographer and I'm also left with hundreds of photos he took and very few with him in. I wish i could still see the world through his eyes.
Actually, I just wish I could still see his eyes.
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