I initially started this blog and documentation of my memories as a way to have something my daughters can look over and get an understanding of who their father was and what his experiences were. A real motivation from fear that one day my disease will may end up in the abrupt closing of my story.
My photos have always been an expression of my feelings, as move through life, and historically I wanted my daughters to view my photos and tap into some of the feelings I’ve felt when looking through my eyes.
Here we are in 2023, and I honestly never thought I’d be witness to this time. Maybe I’m being hyperbolic as a result of having constant anxiety of living with this disease, but I feel more recently I’ve turned a chapter. Every new moment with my family is a blessing I never thought I’d have, and so my perspective of life has changed.
With this new cognitive freedom, my mindset has flipped from one that’s waiting for the end, to one that is of squeezing out the most of life as I can. I’m finding my motivation for creating photos now isn’t that anxiety driven need to capture what I can before the time runs out, but of one of inner reflection and better understanding myself.
I’m genuinely very happy.
I honestly don’t know what to say. My thoughts are with the family and friends of those who lost someone.
This is a tragedy.