This past June, I spent my final day in Paris as a flâneuse (“the passionate wanderer") with no plan, my camera, and a book.
Paris was my North Star during a period of depression. These photographs are proof of the courage it took to walk myself back home to love.
In this collection, you’ll find love in motion — friends walking and talking with bouquets in hand, couples crossing bridges.
You’ll find love at rest — strangers sharing ice-cream and a breeze by the Seine, a mom and daughter enjoying their ice-teas in the shade.
And then, maybe most beautifully, you’ll find what becomes visible when we stop long enough to look ... simply, our reflections.
Cleo Wade writes, “To live is to get lost.”
Maybe finding our way home is less about discovering something new and more about remembering what we already know.
We are love. It is everywhere if we choose to see it, remember it.
I hope you feel the love and warmth in these pictures, because there was so much of it in me that day.
