Her Space

July 3, 2011
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It was the weekend of America's birthday, and I found myself with my own little family in my mothers home. In her space. There was a quiet time before dinner, and so I began wandering the rooms of her home. Everywhere I saw evidence of her. I tried to capture in a few pictures the things that I love about her. My heart welled up in seeing the good.

 I saw:

eccentric

crafty

creator

cook

art

music

nature

hippie

And I felt grateful in those moments that a little bit of her exists in me.  

Also, I love the man she married.
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His space is a whole other chapter.