(for jf, a year ago:) it's your hands i will miss the most, how you wore your watch high on your wrist, the way you held things you cared about, maybe not enough, but care was the word you used and you chose your words precisely, too scrupulously for me, in fact. i like the optimism of imprecision. i always looked at your hands for the truth.
This is a photo to take to the grave.
ReplyDeleteThis is a feeling to take beyond it.
beautiful photo.
beautiful words