Reflections are my favorite thing to play with for the way they distort, confuse, and combine the real world into collage. And I don’t know why, but the flag often has a melancholy feeling for me. Especially in connection with people’s homes. It makes me think they’ve lost someone to war.
Sunday morning. A beautiful sunrise over the bluffs and the bittersweet end to our time away. The sweetness lies in knowing that the best adventure is the life we make together every day. No matter what, it is always good to come home.