Rootbound

by Tarah DeWitt

… I barely know how to attach my thoughts to my feelings these days, anyway.

Because that’s the singular constant in life, isn’t it? That one minute you are completely obliterated by it, and then in the next moment, it carries you toward something else,

think having a camera in my hand lets me find even the most mundane, suburban existence beautiful. Even people’s daily grind and routines are beautiful, when you think about it; people just doing whatever it is they have to do to take care of themselves and each other, not for the recognition of it, just for what it is.