Recovery

Standing next to her was one of a very few occasions I remember myself in the last 20 years sobbing so uncontrollably, I had a couple of those this year I wouldn’t lie, definitely wasn’t the best year of my life.

 

At some point she started waking up so I took my camera and started taking pictures, it’s an interesting feeling, that one that can create a wall around you that only allowing you to focus on the task at hand, which was documenting or capturing the moment, if it’s a sad or happy moment it doesn’t matter.

I was just looking for an angle for the shot, thinking about my depth of field, shutter speed and all the technical aspects...My wife woke up and just saw me playing with the camera, that was the best I could do at that moment while crying in front of her wouldn’t do any good.

 

Done