 Mama's drawer Her memory. Her brush. Her actual DNA. Strands of hair. Stings or beaded necklaces. Entwined. Linked. When I hold them, I am transported back to vivid memories of her, filled with bright colors and warmth. I lift the brush and smell her sweet shampoo and feel her soft white hair and I miss her. Deeply. I miss her and feel her simultaneously. The then and now. I touch the beads. I close the drawer. Take a deep breath. Press my lips together. Close her vanity drawer and continue with the day. My grandmother’s drawer. This drawer, filled with her treasured belongings, is a reminder of the love and connection we shared. And so, with a heavy heart and a grateful spirit, I continue to cherish her memory and hold her close to my heart.
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Liz DavenportAs a photographer, I am attracted to time, adventure, and the unique. This stems from a desire to capture moments that are fleeting and capture experiences that are one-of-a-kind. The world is full of endless possibilities and as a photographer, curiosity drives me to explore and document these instances through the lens of my camera. By seeking out new adventures, I hope to be able to capture moments that are unique and timeless. Whether it's the intricacies of a bustling city or the serenity of a remote landscape, I am constantly intrigued by these words so much so that I have recognized them to be so dearly valued in my personal life. Unique. Adventure. Time. Archives
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