All my photos as a child are of me looking slightly to the left cradling teddies and wanting to be any where else. I wanted to explore this awkward phase with pictures of children and their protectors. The ones they whisper secrets to and embrace their horizons with.
Often I see an image of a fox and my cheeks warm with nostalgia. I feel as though maybe he never left.
This is an ode to our imaginary friends. May we remember them, may we absorb them.
The dog in the woods
The bear in the hotel
