How many small rooms have we called home? Guest rooms, road side stops, cars, hotels, motels, parking lots, apartments, tents, campgrounds, forests? Places I've seen you lay in the light.
I don't know anymore. I've lost track of the miles we've taxed ourselves with. The nights we've spent drifting across the country, and now across the globe.
One night a farmer woke us up. Banging on the car door, so that he could ask us to leave. Most days its the sun creeping in through a window.
I don't even remember all of the places we have been, but this morning we were in Mexico, and I watched you laying there in the light. Then, I took your picture.
Shot with sigma 85mm F1.4.