Description: So I recently lost someone very dear to me, to depression. When we were together I had this dream of becoming a photographer and she never doubted me, even when I did. After the camera started to bug out (dropped it a few times) I found out that fixing it was more than it cost and just dropped the hobby. Anyways, due to "circumstances" we separated, peacefully. We talked here and there, the distance between conversations extending gradually. I just recently found out about her suicide from a mutual friend and was searching for every picture I could find of her (There weren't many). Then I found the file folder that I didn't even know existed (I guess the camera had a backup program?). 482 pictures of you, Rachael. 482 memories I'll never forget. I don't know if there's any sort of life after this or if you can somehow see this but if you can, please know you had my heart at game 3. I love you dearly and will be missing you, forever.
The Camera -------------------------------------------
Can't turn it off.
It slipped again.
And I can begin."
Getting the hang.
This is getting strange.
Is this really me?
Realized what I'm looking for.
I was wrong.
Spent time I could't afford.
Resume' feeling strong.
Getting some satisfaction.
This is a joke.
I think I found my passion.
The camera broke.
7 years later after throwing it into black
And forgetting this phase of do.
I stumble across the folder of every snap,
And realize they were all of you.
i love how real this is. no embellishments just a genuine story. the numbers work well. never been a photographer but as with anything artistic it captures the process of hope/doubt. the end is really what makes it powerful. bringing the meaning all together and showing the heart of the piece. i'm sorry for your loss. i hope your pain diminishes over time.