Nati Art Photography

Praise

“[…]I’m overwhelmed again like the time we parted roadside grasses to uncover wildflowers, astounded by names as much as the way stamens dusted our palms with pollen as we bent to foxglove beardtongue, trailing arbutus, rough vines of cinquefoil. That summer, the rip in your jeans, the ink stains on your stockings made me forget my name. Sunlight, now, through spires. Going home with…