He was telling me all about salt marshes, sharing his passion for the observation and study of nature. He always looks for the river otter that lives here.
I pointed my camera at the scene, not looking for anything in particular. Walking slowly, I waited to see what might happen, what might come my way. I think to myself, be open.
He walked into the frame, and I knew I could make this picture – intimate, meaningful, insightful.
By all measures and rules, my husband should be dead. In 1999, when he was first diagnosed with non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, the doctor spoke plainly. I find most people prefer the truth. In all likelihood, your husband will die within seven years.
Looking at this picture, I ask myself a beautiful question.
In this season of life, how can I honor this relationship?