Photos from Holi, the Hindu festival of color.
I stole this from ShanyceBoom.Tumblr a while back, and it’s been sitting in my drafts. I’m was sitting in my father’s kitchen in Michigan this morning as he was going to make Bisquick pancakes, but it had been so long since he had someone to cook breakfast for that the pancake mix had started to grow grubs. Being the father he has always been, he elected to make the pancakes from scratch. (file this under reasons that “Life is good.”) I’m sure that when he looked at my face during breakfast that he couldn’t tell how grateful I am for him — I still don’t always know how to let my guard down around him. He’s still my father. I still want him to be proud of me.
For some reason while I was sitting there, I was thinking about these pictures. How often do we let our color show? I feel like we would all do better to let our selves show a little bit more… Even if we have to paint our faces honest to get there.