Love is immeasurable. Though we’ve probably kissed a million times, and our word count is Brittanica in volume our love is yet building.
Where is love stored? Where did our love begin? Is it karmic? Is it healing the unseen inside? Does it transform our cells with the comforts of belonging, and the tremors of taking a chance?
Is there a dimension where acts of kindness and passion create something only the soul would recognize? What is that feeling of recognition?
The shedding, stepping in, claiming, healing, letting go, trusting, sobbing, laugh-crying love is only so good as we let it be. And the forever invitation is to let it be everything.
These portraits were taken on a spontaneous vacation to Kanab, Utah. Thank you for being my traveling companion and artistic match and best friend.