Sleep alone, start all over

Palms by Local Natives has been my safety net lately.

Sunscapes

 A few more from that time on the roof in Mexico. Color is something foreign countries do so well.

Please hold

This particular morning was spent sitting at my Abuelita's kitchen table while my mother was on hold for a comically long time. Breakfast involved two quesadillas with ham and a sliced apple that I threw in at the last moment. Mostly I sat and listened to my Abuelita talk and my father occasionally chime in with agreement. I spend roughly 5 mornings out of the year at this table but it always feels like home. Nothing about it has changed since I was a child. I spent the next hour taking a series of photos from the single spot I have sat in so many times before.