I've been so obsessed with photo editing lately. I can barely take my coat off before putting the computer on. Tom will be talking and I'll start touching keys on the computer. He will say, I hear the keys moving, you know. And then we will laugh.
I love distressing photos. Making them look torn and worn and old. Like they have experienced being held by different people. At different times. Like they have wisdom. Or they hold the knowledge of the past. I am slowly gravitating to imperfection. Because I feel so imperfect.
How about you? Has the winter changed your thinking?