that's my roomie.

I can't imagine life without this girl, in Charlotte or anywhere. Tail is the most real kind of authentic, she's goofier than anyone ever, and she is an artist in every sense of the word. She verbally processes everything with unarticulated, but perfectly intentional & carefully chosen words. She paints and draws and sculpts and sketches strangers across Starbucks. She sings melody, and lets me harmonize, and she plays piano and guitar. And, Taylor writes so, so beautifully. Talented, much? I could go on and on about how proud I am of the grace with which she has walked through ridiculous circumstances and the things she has taught me about freedom and courage and joy along the way. For Taylor's birthday, we spent the weekend in the woods hammocking, singing, painting, picnicking, and journaling. It was dreamy, and fortunately my camera came on the playdate too : ). 

Hollow us out. Scrape away those chords that line us— beautiful rows in twine, banding. Branding us in a cushion of aging layers, widening fears. Call us out of the captivity we created with our systems, we will feel light, unarmed by our excesses and unraveled. With threads and scraps below our knees, we will kneel; We need, remembering how it feels to be

lacking the independent stance and remembering need. empty and not selfish, but allowing the hallowed be. Rising: Wake, O sleeper from your bed of closed dreams and comforts, to open up. To unwrap the parcel. Living rest is at your door, and it goes by the name of Grace.

-Taylor Thomas

She's also my favorite person in the world to photograph, because it's the most fun ever... See older posts here, here, here and here.