Who knows why we love what we love – or how we discover that we do ?
And isn’t it indescribable when our loves intersect?
I love my lost girls – the hundreds of women and girls in the old photographs I’ve gathered.
To me, what happens when they become speakers is magic.
Emily Dickinson is magic too – so much said so quietly and with such authority.
These are card designs, most likely to be printed & sold by me – unless a card company surprises me with an offer ;->