Why in the Night Sky are the Lights Hung?

This is an Echo of the Pacific Blues. Where that piece was about feeling lost in this world, this one is more about being found.

We Found Each Other in the Dark

This piece, to me, acts as the beginning and the end to the past series of images, just depending on how you like your story to end. I didn't put in a word in this one, but if I had, it would have been BREAK.

Added in the black and white of the house because I felt it was fairly strong on its own.

Children Grown on the Edge of the Ocean

Children grown on the edge of the ocean

Kept like jewelry, kept with devotion

- Fleet Foxes

Easy As It Sounds, Never Quite As Easily Done

An Interlude