It’s a chronicle of visits to Poe sites and artifacts on the East Coast and across the ocean and meeting those responsible for maintaining his physical legacy. A little more about it here: http://www.oddthingsiveseen.com/2014/03/poe-land-if-you-purchased-this-book.html
My husband spent the last year writing a book about Poe and today an advance copy showed up from his publisher. I am so excited and proud of his work but in the spirit of Poe will use not one exclamation point. Farewell.
The camera that took baby pictures of my husband still works like a charm and black & white film is still cheap as ever. What’s not to love.
Thankfully her broken hearts don’t last for long.
"I’m glad we’re here together" she says. To me, not her horse. I’m almost positive.
A little help from big sister.
So giddy when her daddy’s done working.
We’re walled-in by roses. Aren’t they pretty? Wouldn’t you want to live here? Please somebody buy our house. It’s really such a fine little house.
Oh the irony of a photographer’s daughter resting casually in a basket of soft blankets. Ghosts of cheesy photo props of my past will haunt me all my days, I fear.
And of course there’s this, too. 💕
I thought by three months I’d be pretty good at life with two kids, but most days still unravel into chaos and feel like a blurred minute and an eternity at once. So…six months. I’ll have this by six months.
Hazel, 3 months old, sometimes adorable.
Long checkout lane magazine flipping and Ah - my work in print! So neat!
Prison selfies. (at Mansfield Reformatory)