The lake was busy with light, the grasses busy with wind, but the boat sat quiet against the shore. There is a gift in this tension: to be held still while everything moves, to be carried without effort, to find rest in the very heart of motion.
I saw a friend's post about making a zine from a week’s worth of phone photos. I decided to do it by month and in a booklet.
Turns out, most of the pictures I take are cats.
Here is the beginning of August...
