MOMENTS
Riley
Freedom to be whoever you want to be. To fly, to be true, to be glorious.
Riley. Riley is all of us. The part of us we should all let free. The part that wants to wear those clothes, put on that make up, do that thing. Riley is the part of us that rejects convention. Asks why? Why cant I be me. Do what I want to do. Express what I want to express. If it makes me happy. If it’s being true. If it does no harm to others. Then why not? So wear the dress, that ‘costume”. Wear the purple wig on a Tuesday afternoon because why the hell not! Chase that dream, write that book, take that picture. We are not here for long. Enjoy it, be you, be free. BE HAPPY!
Redcar
Slowing down. What do you see… Not the expected.
I went to see my dad. He’s had dementia for years and it's been a long time since he known who I am. It’s never the nicest of experiences seeing him like that. It’s always brief, probably to brief. I convince myself it’s ok, at least you went. But I always feel guilty for leaving soon.
After I took myself to the beach. The weather was awful. Hardly anyone else crazy enough to be out. Let alone with a camera! But hidden under my umbrella I went. It made sense too. It felt appropriate. The atmosphere, dark, cold, isolating. After seeing my dad, who I love very much. The weather seemed to say I know. It matched exactly how I felt.
