it was once we entered the shallow end that she chose to be brave and asked to learn how to swim without her life jacket. a big step for our girl, the one who always reminds us to pack her buoyant, pink vest.
her first time swimming ended up being in the same outdoor pool that i learned how to swim in, in 1984. it brought back memories of those sweet summer days that lingered and felt endless. being 6 years old and walking to the pool with my sister, teenage uncles and cousins. snapshots flipping through my mind of uncles and cousins jumping off the diving board, fearlessly, while my sister and i played and swam in the shallow end, not having worked up enough courage to take the leap yet. so many good memories in that small town, outdoor pool.
it's times like this, when i'm not thinking about taking a picture, that i really feel and see. being in water is a freedom like no other. it awakens my soul. daily responsibilities and anxieties flow away and i'm really in the moment. it's the way the light catches and reflects. and the way those tiny molecules envelope our skin; how fascinating that we feel them, yet we can't see them wrapped around us. it's the graceful way her hair flows and the dance she does, submerged. it's like we're in a different world being surrounded by tiny bubbles that look like shining stars in outerspace.
forever i'll wear these liquid memories in a locket around my neck.
[all shot with iphone. and i adore every imperfection]