Meet Rowdy.
 
 
Dear Diary,
I edit from our quaint, white post-war home. Golden Retrievers at my feet, Canadian radio station playing in the background.
The scent of iceberg roses drifts through my always open windows.
I stay away from the crowd, watching from afar. I don't need to keep up with the Jones' and neither does my work. Instead, I offer something rare. The reality of life and the moment we are living now. My work holds an elegance that’s timeless, worn, and deeply comforting. It’s a little grainy, weathered around the edges, but still carries the quiet familiarity of home.
You will pass these images down - as intended.
As always, R