Reflections, Hard To Explain, The End, Love, Hope and Joy

December in Full Frame | 52 Weeks Photography

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, my reflection

I see my reflection in a Christmas tree ornament—a snow globe-esque world of tiny me, miniature houses, and shops along Santa’s parade route.

Last year, I missed this lively street pre-party because I was unwell. Recovery, health worries gone, feels unbelievably good.

All around me, a sign of the times: carefree abandon, childlike wonder, love and laughter.

I, too, feel like a kid again.

Vivere in letizia.
Live with joy.

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, spiritus

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hard to explain
so I made a photo

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breath

{ Latin } s p ī r i t u s

breath of spirit
invisible, hard to explain

when suddenly, a wintry wind blew, powerful breath bending trees

a sign
inhale deeply, with intention
a reminder, we disappear when we become one
connect to a force far greater than self