This is the face of a kid with a story to tell:
We got her some bangs cut as a weak attempt at shielding her war wounds:
Just another Saturday.
My mom and dad have been here visiting from the prairies and their presence has been well-timed for the inevitable disasters that befall us when they’re near.
Karenna’s most recent injury is by far her most impressive.
Broken down world, heaving and sore. Snow sticks to boots and its flakes, none like the other, clump on lashes. Babies fly into the day, drink and grow into big people, untold seeds.
Heidi McKelvey, a local photographer and nice friend of mine, took some beautiful photos of Brinley Anna. I’ve got a sampling posted over here and you can follow the link to see the full sneak peek.