most nights my husband comes up for a glass of wine by the fire after 7 tax appointments and tries to tell me about the stories he’s heard. they mostly involve people just muddling through. there are tragedies and sadness. there are old marriages and new babies. there is imperfection everywhere in the midst of a striving and love. the impression i’m left with is the impression this rock gives me. of a beautiful, broken, wholeness.

schist

faugeres, france