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.
Kim EdwardsA fear Paul had transformed all these years, like a gifted alchemist, into anger and rebellion.
Kim EdwardsAway from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.
Kim EdwardsThere was something not quite right about her eagerness, an eerie kind of voyeurism in her need for bad news.
Kim EdwardsHe carried Paul inside and up the stairs. He gave him a drink of water and the orange chewable aspirin he like and sat with him on the bed, holding his hand...This was what he yearned to capture on film: these rare moments where the world seemed unified, coherent, everything contained in a single fleeting image. A spareness that held beauty and hope and motion - a kind of silvery poetry, just as the body was poetry in blood and flesh and bone.
Kim Edwards