I wouldn't say I look exactly pretty in this shot, but there is something honest about it that arrests me. I am at McClarren Park on a day off, struggling with the upcoming anniversary of my son's death. I've brought a snack, a book, some paper and a pen; but I'm not hungry, I can't read, and I can't write.
I take a photo of the waning moon, stranded and lonely, pale with embarrassment in a daylit sky. Then I let the camera swing backward in my upraised hands, and capture a photo of myself as well; because in that moment, I understand that we are the same.
October 11, 2010
Day 11 - a photo of you taken recently