I frequently walk by the same hearts I’ve once photographed, and I still delight in seeing them there. There’s something to be said about the constant reminder of the presence of love and that it’s there for you, always. Some hearts, like fallen flower petals, are a snapshot of beauty, and just as in our own lives, even the quickest love can stick with you forever.

These hearts aren’t perfect. Some are wilting flowers, others dirty gum on the street, a few fleeting shadows, some permanent tattoos on the ground. None are touched or altered in any way before I capture them. Likewise, love doesn’t always come perfectly packaged, but it sure does feel good to see it and recognize it. It’s right in front of you, if you just open your own heart to it.

I hope you find as much joy in building your collection of StreetHearts over time, as I have enjoyed finding the hidden hearts in our midst.