I’ve always been interested in the way a place can tell a story. The site of a certain tree, the smell of wet bark, the hum of a city block. It transports and transforms what is in front of and behind the eyes—it mixes them, … Continue reading here and then #2; love, Isabela
I’ve always been interested in the way a place can tell a story. The site of a certain tree, the smell of wet bark, the hum of a city block. It transports and transforms what is in front of and behind the eyes—it mixes them, … Continue reading here and then #1
Spring 2017 Thinking about my mom lately. I keep imagining telling her about my adventures in Costa Rica. She would have loved to hear about it all. She would worry and I would have to check in multiple times a week. She would encourage me … Continue reading Seasons of the past #3
Mother's Day 2017 Today was tough. Mostly I was too busy working to really dwell too much. It always catches up though... Not long ago I planned a dinner party. I did my best to get off work early and I rushed home to clean. … Continue reading Seasons of the past #2
