Something about this city initiated the true start of a long awaited process of healing. These pics aren’t intended to illustrate that, but they’ll always hug a corner of my heart, knowing the significance of the dates and the light…
Yesterday we walked to Java’s hill to bury Alma’s ashes. The place touches every sense. The bleak, black horizon intimidates yet feels safe. Now it is Alma’s hill. To imagine a soul we never met, rooted up there on the tops, amongst the…
Yesterday we walked to Java’s hill to bury Alma’s ashes. The place touches every sense. The bleak, black horizon intimidates yet feels safe. Now it is Alma’s hill. To imagine a soul we never met, rooted up there on the tops, amongst the…