i would sniff strawberry shortcake’s hair in my dark closet when sad. baby’s first dopamine hit. later i’d imagine someone wanting to sniff me. being comfort sounded right. wooden bowl of oatmeal. knitted blanket tucked around shoulders. pile of old books. motherhood touched this. briefly. rock. sing. cuddle. being enough for a time. mother’s first dopamine hit. now, comfort is fog blowing in and out. i sniff strawberries but only worry they will spoil early. too soft. wasteful. words don’t chase me. slower. slower. s l o w e r. hide under blanket with phone. tell me something. dopamine hit me. hit me. hip hurts me. comfort turns sour. sniff something, anything. no, call me comfort. call me. me.
“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”—J.R.R. Tolkien
This week my assignment for the 52 photo challenge was to capture food. It was a busy week celebrating my son graduating from high school, but I did sneak away yesterday to the Carmichael Farmer’s Market. I’m not in love with any of these shots, but I did enjoy spending some time alone and stocking up on my summer favorites.
I’ve been in a funk and stuck in my feelings. I’m extremely behind in reading blogs and responding to comments. Please be patient with me. I’m doing what I can to move through this and hopefully, I’ll be back to myself soon. In the meantime, I think WordPress might have glitched on my photography post for last week. If you missed it, you can find it here: Week 21: Shadow. As always, let me know if you have a favorite. Have a fantastic week!
#1#2#3#4#5#6#7#8#9#10My boy.I’m just a little bit proud.
Photos were taken with an Olympus OM-D and edited with ON1 Photo RAW
If you want to join the 52 Photo Challenge, you can find all the information at nicolesy.com
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