waning and waxing ~
inconsistently passing ~
dark, then light, my night ~
though I touch your face or not ~
my tides, you’re ever moving
Words and Photography ©2017 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
Dedicated to my dad, who holds the record for the worst Valentine’s Day present ever given to me – a stiff, ugly stuffed bear with blood-red, coarse hair – a gift that inexplicably made his little girl’s heart beat faster. I haven’t felt his arms around me or heard his voice since I was a teenager. I still have that bear hidden away in a box, and I still feel his love moving my tides, encouraging me daily to keep going.