Tiny T'ings

I feel a change in me since being in Mexico. I am noticing the tiny moments, the details in the leaf of a palm, the way light folds through fabric, the seconds after words are spoken...

I hope to incorporate that in my photography and in my words and interactions with others.

I have always gone back and forth with poetry in my life. Teetering between the more serious side of me- where everything is poetry, and the more lighthearted side of me- where nothing is serious.

I don't know which person I am. Can I be both?

Can I see the world in tiny, detailed moments without taking it too seriously? If I find humor in these moments instead, am I taking away from their grandeur?

Rhetoric questions. I don't think anyone can really answer them.