In addition to being the official tester of new objects, she also likes to “hunt” shadows, also more inclined to play with my youngest son, from whom she used to run away.

I bent the sun to my plans, yet I bent several of its hours to good use though small troubles, sharing meaningful images, and finding quiet joy in tasks completed. Those talking pics served as my witnesses:

All of the photos in this set were taken in the 1960s, probably in Michigan.

Часом ми тікаємо, шукаємо нові горизонти, намагаємося знайти себе в чомусь іншому. А потім наступає ніч, приходить тиша, і всередині щось знову починає кликати назад. Туди, де тепло. Туди, де серце нарешті