Amongst the unstoppable changing world, the chaos, the growth, the loss, the laughter, and tears there came to a point where I couldn’t breathe.
I felt as though I was drowning. I went out to the levee on the Mississippi River by my mother’s house and walked with my camera. That was when I began to see the world around me in a different way. I have looked through a camera most of my life but now I could see a quietness, a slowness to the point of being frozen in time.
The end and beginning of all things became the same. I felt sanctuary in that feeling. I didn’t want to lose this new stasis-like place. So I practiced staying there by photographing what it showed me.
Making pictures in this place was not outside of the pain of losing my mother or the joy and wild ride of being one, rather it was beyond it. It is a quiet place to rest and feel the heart-sinking loss and what is found along the way