some photos of the day this past summer when i stepped out of our house and a baby had been there. i was thinking about how the baby was just drawing for themself but it transformed my whole day. it had nothing to do with me but it still felt like some kind of communication. it became about my life, my experience of this ‘discovery’. it makes me think about love and transness and war. i know why but i can’t quite find the words to convince you (or me) why my feelings are true.
