Thankfully, I've rediscovered my passion...call it therapy if you will...photography.
Just before he died, Brian made me promise to live. And when he died, he took with him my joy.
It took a while for me to return to it after he died, and when I did it was with photos that simply documented our lives.
But
ever so slowly, my photos improved in both content and technique. I can
now look back over the last year and see that my photographs are
increasingly full of color and joy again...possibly more color and joy
than I feel sometimes...but proof that for at least part of every day, I
have sought beauty around me and captured it in an image.
...and I am thankful for that.
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