My Mother RIP 3/3
Two weeks ago, my mother passed away at the age of 94. I am happy that we managed to have a couple of portrait sittings last year, during which I captured these portraits.
When she died, I also saw her laid out in her hospital bed - I didn't have the heart to take pictures of her. What struck me however is that when comparing my memories of this moment with the portraits I took of her before is that I could hardly recognize her any more. What made the difference?
It's life itself.
My Mother RIP 3/3
Two weeks ago, my mother passed away at the age of 94. I am happy that we managed to have a couple of portrait sittings last year, during which I captured these portraits.
When she died, I also saw her laid out in her hospital bed - I didn't have the heart to take pictures of her. What struck me however is that when comparing my memories of this moment with the portraits I took of her before is that I could hardly recognize her any more. What made the difference?
It's life itself.