253/365 :: Monday 10 September 2018
Lake Michigan before lunch in Algoma with my grandma. we had a nice time, and I am forever connected to this lake and its sparkling waves.
254/365 :: Tuesday 11 September 2018
souvenirs from Algoma. isn't this planter that my grandma gave me just great? [see also: I have a habit of picking up rocks at the beach and just dropping them into my purse.]
255/365 :: Wednesday 12 September 2018
I've been looking at these words on this building for years. in fact, some of my senior pictures were taken here. I know that the last two words are "Exchange Bank" and that the first room is probably on the front of the building, but I can never remember what it's supposed to be.
256/365 :: Thursday 13 September 2018
"you deserve all the best, but you need to be the one to give it to yourself." - 24-year-old Teresa to 25-year-old Teresa
257/365 :: Friday 14 September 2018
why are the dimensions on this photo different than all of the others? I don't know, probably because I managed to forget to take a photo on my DSLR and only have a handful of photos on my phone from this day.
258/365 :: Saturday 15 September 2018
street festivals mean that I'm not even opening the curtains. I love the way that the cord happened to be twisted into a heart.
259/365 :: Sunday 16 September 2018
two books with titles that start with "Girl." two books with a female character named Charlie. two books about difficult subjects. one book I haven't yet started among the stack of current library checkouts.
a photographer with the desire to hide behind the camera a little less and let the light shine through.