Someone said, death ends a life but not a relationship, and that seems to be true.
That is a haunting photo booth portrait. My current wife and I went to Chartre from Paris and missed the late train and ended up staying in a monastery. After our beautiful but strange trip, we spotted a photo booth and sat for a picture, and it has a different aura -- we were in our sixties -- but was both weary and joyous, caught in the same sort of existential moment.
That is a haunting photo booth portrait. My current wife and I went to Chartre from Paris and missed the late train and ended up staying in a monastery. After our beautiful but strange trip, we spotted a photo booth and sat for a picture, and it has a different aura -- we were in our sixties -- but was both weary and joyous, caught in the same sort of existential moment.