there is something unique about the art of photography. for some it is a job, others a hobby, and for a handful it is a passion. i’m finding lately that though i encompass all three – it is an outlet. it is a way that i can express hurt, love, life. recently i found out that a dear soul is very ill. i’ve photographed her and her family, i’ve admired her from the distance that is thousands of miles, i’ve felt compelled to be a better mother and a better friend because of the joy that shines from her. polaroid in hand i looked up and saw the bleak winter sky, the barren trees post-fall, the dismal air. i focused through tear-filled eyes, snapped the shutter and out came these.
it is winter in more ways than the season, but i choose to focus on what is to come. there is a renewal ahead and i have faith that not only will the skies again turn blue, but that she will be well.
by angie
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