Nothing Ever Happens

This is a visual diary of our family as our two daughters, Gilvey and Fenner,  grow up. We are often caught in a dichotomy between the fast and the slow, the overwhelming and the boring. Our time here, in this moment, has never felt more fleeting as we make our way towards the inevitable. In the meantime we laugh, cry, manage the noise of growning older, and bask in the witnessing of pure beauty and love. This project is ever-expaning and I will be adding future images as well as older images as I have time.

Nothing Ever Happens

Elves, apparently.

Staying home sick on the first good, real day of spring reminds me of the first decisions that I made with real consequences. 

Don't worry Mr Stick, cards are just about luck and you have bad luck. 

Stomach flu

I use an app to track the amount of electricity the house uses while she grows up around me. 

Whatever they do doesn't seem like pretend anymore. 

Sunday Morning Church

Matunuck, RI

Spy Games

Thanksgiving

Nose Bleed

I'm pretty sure Katherine Hepburn sat in this exact place. 

The Standoff

Watering the Lawn

Making Shapes

The quest for perfection.

The extent of the known world, now.

The Shapeshifter

Eggs the same way. Over and over. 

There is no such thing as fair. 

Seventh something of the seventh anything.