Somewhere deep within you, there is an angel.

Beneath the insecurities and comparisons and nagging fears, your forgotten angel longs for release. Everyone has this inner guardian, that sacred part of ourselves that shines with love and kindness and quiet benevolence.

My father used to get excited when I came home from university to visit. My son just came home for Christmas. Now I know how my dad felt.

This is a commonplace book. Fragments and black and white street photographs. Lines from books and passing thoughts. Things seen and written down before they are lost.