and what can I tell you, my brother, my killer
what can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I’m glad you stood in my way
Here is a piece I wrote for Lomography’s online magazine—hopefully it will help out some other photogs out there in the world.
It was strange to me that no one seems to write about this weird phenomenon, but what do you do when your photos of memories are no longer relevant?
Take a look.
What do you do with your photos when you can’t look at them anymore? How photography and prints can help photographers through heartbreak, not just remind them of it.