His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.

But she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it when she saw it- and everything would change.

...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.

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

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.

Its impossible to control the reception of your work - the only thing you can control is the experience of writing itself, and the work you create.

A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different moments, depending on who was seeing things and how.