A photo series by 16 year old Natalie Kucken, inspired by this quote from the book, The Lovely Bones.

and my father would take the thin cotton top sheet
and bunch it up in his hands while being careful to
keep the two corners between his thumb and forefinger.
then he would snap it out so the pale sheet would spread
out like a parachute above buckley and gently, what felt
wonderfully slowly, it would waft down and touch along
his exposed skin- his knees, his forearms, his cheeks and
chin. both air and cover somehow there in the same
space at the same time- it felt like the ultimate freedom
and protection.

-the lovely bones

PS > I'll be guest blogging at English Muse for my good friend Tina while she takes a break from the blog. So you can find me over there for the next few weeks as well as here.