Either things grow and change or they die.
Photography is all about secrets... The secrets we all have and will never tell.
...bleak territory of the heart.
After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?
Each letter has a shape, she told them, one shape in the world and no other, and it is your responsibility to make it perfect.
It seemed there was no end at all to the lies a person could tell, once she got started.