Broken

One of those days where all tasks go slightly askew, overlap and ultimately cause a mess. And after going through the day, grinding my teeth, cursing and swearing I’ll put a bomb under the seat of the mayor, the health department, the bank and the architect who’s been screwing me over for 6 months, I stumble upon a photo essay about people leaving their lives behind in Ukraine, not knowing when or if they will return. The big picture, they say; yes, the big/ger picture, which is so easy to overlook in the midst of the noise of time and life.

A shot of Laura, taken a couple of years ago.

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