I caught myself staring at the ceiling again.

Black and white photo of a bedroom ceiling fan with window in left corner

I’ve spent a lot of time staring at that ceiling fan. Mostly after our lost pregnancies. Mourning our three children that would never have a future. I am a broken man, pulled back together. The photos this week reflect some of that brokenness, and some of the healing.

I’m going to post many more photos this time around. As we are quarantined to our homes and neighborhoods I’ll be exploring the common every day sites and sights with eyes through our eight themes. Hopefully, in eight weeks we will be through this season of isolation and social distancing. Hopefully, in eight weeks, my friends and I will have explored our own lives in ways we never have before because we didn’t have the moment forced on us.