I can smell the magic of childhood from here. Can't you? Effervescent and whimsical, little Juniper stole my heart as we frolicked around her families marijuana farm in Northern California.
The older I get the less resistant (most of the time) I've become to change, and I'd like to think I've made some headway in the skill of learning to embrace each season of my life and to enjoy it for what it is.
As I put this blog post together I imagined these images of little Juni serving that purpose for her someday. Of reminding her of a far-off time in the distant past where she lived in a yurt on the side of a mountain, didn't have a care in the world, and was so very deeply, deeply loved. Xxo