I went back through my photo history and found these from 2012; it was strange to remember taking them. My life in Cleveland, and Ohio, seems so far away sometimes – like a lovely dream, which I have proof of, but which is slipping from my conscious memory as I take in new experiences, new places, this new country.
But then I see these photos – Caitlin reflected in a mirror at a country sale, an Amish man among Englischers, the beautiful guitar of the band playing to a crowd of one, and the grasshopper caught in profile, neither in the grass nor hopping – and I marvel at how beautiful my life has already been, and how immensely fortunate I’ve been in such a short period of time.
Souvenirs 