Four people in New York, Los Angeles, and Germany. Stopping, noticing, sharing - one photo/four people/every day. (For now we are just three, but hopefully four again soon.)
Each year my mother made her own very special Christmas cards - crocheted snowflakes, little felt banners proclaiming "Joy" or "Love," tiny handmade wreaths of yarn or fabric scraps. I have a few of them still. But the thing I really love is the part that should have been thrown away - the card she attached that has "Merry Christmas" stamped on the front and her handwriting inside. I keep it pinned to the wall in my studio.
