Lost Summer is a photo series reflecting our time stolen this summer. Its that floating feeling in a car with your best friends. No real destination. Carefree, drunk on memories filled with so much light. I think back & cannot piece together that it was once mine, all of ours.⠀
Everyone romanticizes having a large personal library, but one day, you'll move houses. One day, you'll be tasked with hauling those books up and down flights of stairs. And on that day, the romance ends.
this is a photo of my great grandmother (1960), she was a passionate womens rights activist. she never stopped fighting for change, she refused to be silenced, and she inspires me every day ❤️ i love you grandma