I have been spending a lot of time on my block lately, and the one thing I can say about the experience is that everyday life here is beautiful if you are willing to see the extraordinary things about it.
Take for instance, this photo of Joy and her mother.
Joy is getting her hair braided here, but observing this experience transports me back instantly to when I was 7 years old, and my mother would braid my hair. I remember the physical closeness, the conversations (mainly my endless peppering of questions) and her recounting the days when she was a little girl, or singing off-key to a song on the radio. Those were important days, moments that shaped my identity as a Black girl, understanding that this was a ritual, something I would later share with my own daughters one day.
There are more photos from the day on my blog The Other Germantown; check them out and let me know what you think.