the road is home

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Then I picked up a camera. In the beginning my little sister was my muse. We ran in the tall grasses in our Mother’s backyard, chasing the sun until it slipped past the fence. When I photographed her she came alive, hair sunlit gold and sky eyes. With her I captured tiny moments of purity that could have slipped away forever. I was the decider of which moments to let live and which to let die. I was thirteen and I’d found out how to stop time.

— the road is home

nb: If ever there's an about me page that you should read it's this one - spall binding - lovely choice Claudia - Annie

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Claudia Guerreiro

Wife to Will, mama to Lily, friend to many. Living in the always hot Miami, Florida, documenting adventures and daily life.

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