A manifesto.

I love wandering around, taking photos, but uploading them for the world to see really isn't my forte. An acquaintance's incredibly tragic and senseless loss recently moved something inside of me, and I found myself holding onto Manfriend just a little tighter at night, and just a little longer in the mornings. I sat on a bench, feeling the sun on my skin, taking my time chatting with my mother and brothers.

Tonight, I sorted through a few memories. Crooked smiles, first times, and all the art and nature we could possibly find.

Love is so beautiful. And life is too short.