God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
— Rudyard Kipling
Wife of a photographer. Mother to another. If portraiture depends on the connection with the sitter, I know of no one other than my own shadow that I can claim to be more in touch with. A friend through and through, this flower has been growing in the center of my garden even when I had not been watering it due to hubris. Te amo ma!
Walking in the footsteps of Nadar 