lonely day

my mother, my daughter. The day, for a parent, that is not ever supposed to happen. Burying a child, burying a best friend, closing the best chapter of one’s life. She did all those things. Earlier this day.

Author: WmX

I stumbled off the track to success in 1968, started chasing shadows that summer. Since then, In addition to farm-laborer and newspaper photographer my occupational incarnations include dishwasher, janitor, retail photo clerk, plumber, HVAC repairman, auto mechanic, CAT scan technologist, computer worker and politico (whatever it takes to buy a camera.) I am on the road to understanding black and white photography.