Photography is all about secrets... The secrets we all have and will never tell.

Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience.

You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.

The challenges in this place are real and sometimes very difficult, but I've learned to slow down and look for beauty in my days, for the mysteries and blessings woven into everything, into the very words we speak.

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.