in between

Capturing only the monumental moments makes me think that my life is made only of grandiosity. But how did I arrive there? In moments like this. Togetherness. Ordinariness. Holding your hand walking down the street (for no more than a minute at a time). Admiring the fancy Firehouse with all the Seattle-hipster-Firefighters sipping lattes inside. The trip before the trip. The excitement of what’s to come, but more so, the excitement of being right there. And these photographs that bring me right back.