My friend left for two weeks in Europe with her sister, and they asked me to check on their father a mile down the road from my house. To give him some independence he is told I am there to photograph the Lake. We chat some evenings and play hide and seek some mornings.
Twice a day I have made this journey...sometimes more. This time of year is punctuated with anniversaries for me...not happy ones...and the events over the past years have added darkness to my personal struggle.
The Towers...Princess Diana...Katrina
I have molded my emotions into my photos and prose.