even towels can be beautiful

He has taught me
to put wet towels
under the cutting boards,
to ensure they do not slip.

"I don't want you to cut yourself,"
he told me,
his face a call of caring.

Later in the day,
I turned around to chop something
and saw this beauty.

buildings rising sharply

last week, the sky was blue
we drove around downtown
meandering.
he grabbed my camera and
started taking photographs
out the window
through the sunroof
in the rear view mirrors.

i loved seeing
how he sees the world.
no one had ever given him a camera before.
he kept wanting to take more.

this one is his.

i love how his photographs
are much more masculine
than mine.

i don't know what that means
but it's true.

sleeping sweetly

i just love this photo of him sleeping.
late morning.
sun coming through the windows.
a fresh pot of coffee brewing.

he was smiling in his sleep.