I'm back in Fairbanks, and trying to get back into a groove. Dea is still at Mayo. The doctors are still watching her closely over the next three weeks to ensure that her new kidney doesn't revolt, and trying to bring down her antibodies. I'm back to the 9-5. Back to insurance and a paycheck.
She's there and I'm here.
So, for now I do what I do. I become a hermit, I pull down some dusty monographs, make more photos, scan more film, and start printing for a show I have here in June.
It's odd how photography has a way of becoming easier at times like this. I don't think I fully understand why, but it's cathartic. It's not about making a good photograph, it's simply about making photographs. Being out there.
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