These are really tender photos. I am reminded that loving a person is taking care of them. Their body and their mind. I have always been concerned about how broken bones can heal but a broken mind cannot. It's always trying, but even in its best moments it is like the man in the last photo, sitting in a bath tub, holding its breath waiting for something to fall. Healthy or broken minds, we spend our life waiting. I think the difference is in what we are waiting for. Are we waiting for something to rise or for it to fall?
These are really tender photos. I am reminded that loving a person is taking care of them. Their body and their mind. I have always been concerned about how broken bones can heal but a broken mind cannot. It's always trying, but even in its best moments it is like the man in the last photo, sitting in a bath tub, holding its breath waiting for something to fall. Healthy or broken minds, we spend our life waiting. I think the difference is in what we are waiting for. Are we waiting for something to rise or for it to fall?