05/03/2023
It's been a minute. Well, 25 weeks of minutes, to be exact. My last p o s t was right after I became a widow.
Today is . Feels back a s s wards to need a holiday to remind everyone that we exist, that just because it's been a certain amount of time, I for sure haven't healed and "moved on" like anyone expects or wishes I would. But alas, it exists.
I wanted you to know I'm still here, I'm still seeing everyone's posts and wondering how my fellow photographers can pick up their cameras. Mine has stayed in my bag since the birth turned c-section that was at the same hospital where I left my husband almost 6 months ago.
Would anyone miss my art? Yes, existential crisis is a continuous in my head. I've been contemplating my future as a photographer. Every time a family or birth worker told me they loved an image and it spoke to them, it's a joy that filled up my whole heart. But I just don't know if I know what that joy feels like in this post-cancer world.
Ps. photos with just a mom because I couldn't even get my finger to select an image with a dad 💔
