Photography and the work of mourning
This morning/mourning, I think of Agnes, who died not long before Christmas. The world has changed since then, and you may say that to post grief for a dog is unworthy of the moment. She was not less to me than others. After the convulsions of our history together, a series of losses that settled, finally, into an everydayness that helped me find a measure of peace, she was far more. There will be other mournings for all of us, I know. They are coming. But hers need not fall away. She was a significant life and a significant death.