My Friend, Hope

31.03.21

Joanne and Elye

“This is my last photo before I lose my hair to chemo,” she said, more as a defiance to the world around her than to anyone in the room.

There’s a quiet power in the timing of a photo. It’s a breath in between verses; a single, quiet second immortalised.

If that moment happens before a new chapter, then we look back at the photo with new eyes; healed, wiser, stronger.

Thank you for spending the day with me and showing me what love looks like.