When my sister was very ill, I would travel by bus several times a week to the small town where she lived. It was a very snowy winter and the cold matched my mood. Her illness grew worse and eventually she spent most of her time sleeping. When I wasn’t reading to her, I would grab her camera and walk around her neighborhood. I felt both emotionally raw and numb at the same time. The ordinary filters that I use to navigate my environment had dropped away and images flooded my visual field. Everything seemed to have a message that was being conveyed to me although I couldn’t understand its meaning. I felt compelled to photograph everything that caught my interest and just about everything seemed to cry out for my attention.
