I was perusing through my archives of photos this evening. I was scouring through Flickr and Instagram for images from those halcyon years when Emily and I were still a young couple when a friend I had not heard from for a year(s?) reached out via DM. She asked about Eames, spurred by her own recent trials caring for an ailing beloved canine stricken with cancer. Like a river winding to the deep ocean, our chat eventually led to discussing the presence and navigation of grief – first with the loss of our parent/grandparent, now with the looming presence of the final days with our pets.
Sometime during this exchange this photo popped up while I was concurrently scrolling. Something about this blurry image taken in her backyard struck me as immensely evocative of my mom’s fierce independence, her love of her backyard, and the radiant smile she’d grace us with when we’d visit her.
It’s hard to determine whether she is saying hello or goodbye, a hauntingly beautiful mystery.
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