I miss how beautiful it all was…
Photography just makes me happy. As does Bad Granny’s Bazaar.
Most beautiful girl ever and ever. Why do people look like this? I don’t understand…
We took them to the beach. Him, in ashes. Her, nearly just born. They were both at peace so no one cried.
There is nothing like breaking out the camera when you want to make someone feel pretty. It’s the biggest compliment you can pay someone, to ask to take a picture. We always want to own beauty, but why own it when it can simply be preserved forever by capturing a part of it?
nothing left but some nose hairs and whiskey
Then I waited for the rain.
France is seriously my best friend.
Flying Star makes my life, errday