This flu thing (I decided I must have had the flu) is a b*tch. And while I’m skeptical of flu shots, there are times like now when I will urge you—if you have ANY health problems that compromise your ability to heal—to get a flu shot. Cuz this thing has lingered several weeks for me and I’m pretty healthy. But anyway moving on. 2017. There is nothing particularly special about this image except for how it makes me feel. I took it on my birthday, 17 days after Poppy died on the 1st of Feb. He was cremated that weekend, his memorial was on the 8th.... and on this day I was just in an altered space. I was sad that he was gone and already missed him achingly but I was relieved for him that he was whole again, that there was no more pain, no more enduring, no more keeping on. He was ok, and we were ok... just irrevocably altered. And really, this picture is one of the first I took after he died, and one of the last I took before EVERYTHING changed. #tenyearsofphotos #endofthedecade #lookingback #instaphoto #canonphotography #retro #2017 #2009to2019 (at 141St Street. Harlem) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7MsVZwBXu0/?igshid=1cebwutwif9jv
