Ending 2015 and beginning 2016
I wish I felt in more control of life. Much of what I had come to assume about how my days would play out doesn't work anymore. My darling, strong husband of 25 years has ALS. Our days, his and mine, revolve around his needs and his care. The days, different as they might be, are good. Sweet, in fact. I wish Tal were not sick. But, I wouldn't trade this time for anything.
The photos on this page were made by a lovely young photographer here in Lexington, Holly Graciano. I called her after seeing a photograph she'd made of relatives which captured them perfectly. Not knowing how much time we have I so wanted the same for Tal and me. Our time with her in mid-November was a lovely beginning for our holiday. The vertical image is the one we used for our Christmas card.
Used to be I handled a camera daily, posting at least one photograph to Flickr each day. Now, it's unusual for me even to bring a camera downstairs. The holidays, though, sparked something. First, I wanted to get out the decorations -- for Tal, for myself. And, second, I perceived in myself a desire to keep a memory of our home decked out, hospitable, celebratory. A "this is what it was like."
We kept everything up through Twelfth Night. In fact, I left all the holiday lights on through that last night into Wednesday morning, the Feast of the Epiphany. The single lights in each window to the strands of lights in the backyard crepe myrtles. A night-long declaration of light and hope.
The gallery on the following page will help me remember. I hope you enjoy.
The photos on this page were made by a lovely young photographer here in Lexington, Holly Graciano. I called her after seeing a photograph she'd made of relatives which captured them perfectly. Not knowing how much time we have I so wanted the same for Tal and me. Our time with her in mid-November was a lovely beginning for our holiday. The vertical image is the one we used for our Christmas card.
Used to be I handled a camera daily, posting at least one photograph to Flickr each day. Now, it's unusual for me even to bring a camera downstairs. The holidays, though, sparked something. First, I wanted to get out the decorations -- for Tal, for myself. And, second, I perceived in myself a desire to keep a memory of our home decked out, hospitable, celebratory. A "this is what it was like."
We kept everything up through Twelfth Night. In fact, I left all the holiday lights on through that last night into Wednesday morning, the Feast of the Epiphany. The single lights in each window to the strands of lights in the backyard crepe myrtles. A night-long declaration of light and hope.
The gallery on the following page will help me remember. I hope you enjoy.
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