a million moths.

came home from school today with a heart drawn on the palm of her hand. 

from second to seventh streets. he sells spanish newspapers and magazines for ten hours each day in front of a latino record store. his little boy, strapped in a stroller a few feet away, sits in the shade and watches.  

 sweet charlie bear.

been wrapped up in a million happy thoughts this summer, but i miss this. so it’s time. time to pick up my camera again.