We got into this place because of the patio about 7 years or so ago. There's always something not quite in its place back here, in process. I mostly try and keep the big-chunks cleaned up. It's our place. It's where we do the things we do. Make love, argue, fuss and fight, have friends over, family. Sit. watch, dine, hope and despair. All of it happens back here. You can see Angel to the left of the green lawn chair in the middle of this shot. She's not why I took it, but she don't know that, she's a ham, whatever that means. I love living here with my girl, taking our life in day by day. Showing up for what comes our way with as much tender attention as we can. If that patio could talk!
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