And The Things In Between - Blog Posts

this is my favorite photo I’ve ever taken, i took it the summer my father died. in ‘21

it aches in me to recall how beautiful that summer was, how bright, and soft, and golden. it held me, until the corn was at it’s highest and then he died. sickness haunted him until his skin was thin over sharp bone, his voice a scraping, rattling whisper in his chest.

that sparkle of the light through leaves, cascading over shining water. three summer months, death seeped into a man’s body and decorated it into a home.

i observed two poignant things that summer, the lush vivacity and beauty of life, and the inevitably of an end to it all.