I want to create the golden record. Images that speak to this moment- this time in space. Evidence of what it is like to be living with phones in our hands and fear in our hearts and a virus that killed so many and divided even more.

But meanwhile, literacy is up and more bellies are full than ever have been before, though we rarely let ourselves celebrate such truths.

I want to make the pictures that break the heart with the specific- the crooked picture frame and the hole in the sock. A haphazard bandaid. Last night's pizza box on the table.

Because those details are signs of life. They show us how our days are different from one another, which somehow also points to how we are all the same.

I love how your days are nothing like mine- with your mountains and your boba tea and your sister sing alongs.

I love how your days are just like mine--the way you inhale your child’s hair and how the bickering is cloaked in tenderness.