Probably one of my favorite photos that I have ever taken. Brynn and I braved the pouring rain and frigid temps and I don’t regret anything. Good thing my fingers almost fell off from numbness. In other good news, I honestly love the rain. It’s moody, fun, and wet. The most lovely equation, no? Suddenly everyone in New York has a sour face and you get to watch the umbrella spectacle unfold.
I showed this photo to a friend and she didn’t know what it was. So to clarify: it’s a flipped picture of a building reflected in a street puddle that I found on one of those green bike lanes. Having to spell out an image is like having to explain what you meant after saying a bad joke, and for that, I am sorry.
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Trying not to feel like a creeper when taking photos in children’s parks.
In less than a month’s time, there have been three hospital admissions. Soon after I finished my photo series featuring predominantly my grandma and occasionally her sister, both were taken to the hospital. My grandmother is thankfully out and back to her state of numbed bliss, but my great aunt has undergone a radical shift. At 92, she lived alone, remembered everything, and never stopped talking. Less than two weeks ago she had a massive stroke and can now no longer move her right side. It is so heartbreaking to see our beloved America unable to do what she loved most: speak. Today is her 93rd birthday and all we can gift her is our prayers. Currently, we sit in NY Presbyterian awaiting news about another aunt, my dad’s sister, who is undergoing heart surgery as I write this. I don’t understand why so many health crises have been rocking our family. I don’t get the frequency, I don’t get the suddenness. I just trust that there’s a reason for everything. In moments like these, family is stronger than ever.