He came behind me in the kitchen and took off my jewelry for me, apparently my pants too because they were under the table this morning. We talked as I drank coffee (another attempt at sobering up) and he played with that jewelry on the counter.

I just found this.

Everything feels so easy with him, like we’ve been doing it forever, and I forget what a big deal this is, to bring two families together, until my son was saying goodbye, he said it was really nice to meet him and his boys, and then it broke my heart a little for my son because it wasn’t “our” family on a weekend vacation, and it’s probably not the last “other” family he’ll have to meet.

A fence is also made of many pieces connected at their ending and beginning points.

That’s how we snow tube.

We drove 6 hours in one van with 5 boys to Asheville NC to meet 7 other friends so we can go snow tubing tomorrow.

But tonight it’s all about hostel bonding. There’s a couple foreigners traveling the states playing the banjo as I type. I can still smell the spaghetti sauce we made for dinner. Everyone has found their own little space to play. That’s my bunk over there, but I found the perfect comfy spot right here, with him.

Texting with Friends

Rooted on The Satilla River

You don’t know this yet

But the cards beg me to play

I’m going all in.

One self portrait a day and thirteen years later, Jeff Harris is at 4,758 photos and still counting.

The video is a compilation of his inspiring work and story.