During my time as a mother, I have discovered that perfectionism in the home is THE unattainable goal. After Kayla began walking, I gave up utopian home standards, conceding that there will always be some toys existing in the common house places. The lost pursuit of perfectionism in the home can be explained as some parents acquiring a “clutter tolerance”.

In accepting this facet of life, I realize that I can still be an active perfectionist in my photography, and this has given me a new realm of understanding: I mentally transform the unsightly mess into a coherent theme called "memories of childhood: toy mountain." One day Kayla will be all grown up, but that image of toy mountain will remain with me forever.