My sister, Tamar, came to visit us for a short while. We went for walks and took pictures together, we laughed and we cried.. The photos at the top could not better symbolize who we are, or our roles in each others lives. We have always been and continue to be, different versions of the same story.. Aspects so completely focused in my life are blurred in hers, and things clearly seen through her eyes, are hard for me to see. Tamar, I enjoyed our common ground, and, I miss you.
IOA photohouse 