After Grandma's funeral, we travelled back to London. I travelled back, but I wasn't the same person I was before I left. Nothing felt the same. Photography looked different. On the outside were beautiful photos, but underneath it all was my coping mechanism and way of seeing life after losing a best friend and soul mate. These photos are filled with all the words I couldn't say. This was my way of grieving and still feeling a connection to her through nature. In the sunlight. Alone on the edge of the bed, early in the morning. In the fog. A single sailboat out at sea on my birthday in July. They are reminders of the fragility and ephemerality of life. From the outside, maybe just a highlight reel, but to me, they are so much more.
