The Littlest Owl

I didn’t take much from my mother’s stuff. It’s not like she owned much of value to begin with, but really I just wanted a little something by which to remember her. And after all, she rests on my bookshelf. What I’d really want of my mother is more time with her. That’s not an option.

She died on Christmas morning last year, and that contributed to the horrible start I had to 2015.

But I did keep these owls. My mother loved owls, as it turns out. I had no idea the extent to which she collected them. There were hundreds of little owl doodads she left behind. I only took a few, this little knickknack among them. I took it down from the bookshelf today, just to hold it for awhile, as I do from time to time. I miss my mom.

I’m not looking forward to Christmas this year.



To repeat the disclaimer, this is a project about re-discovery. It’s about remembering who I am, what I’m about, what I love and what I do not. Fair warning, this project will be posted here rather than at my SFW site because there will be nudity from time to time. Some of it will be of me, some not, some artistic and pretty to look at, some just raw.

I don’t intend to think of something every day and then shoot it, though I may do that sometimes, too. But sometimes I will just shoot, and then find something about myself in the frames and post about that thing, whatever it is.

All my #365SelfDiscovery posts will be filed here.