it’s kinda weird when you’re looking through the obituaries (which is not something you normally do) and you come across a photo you copied for someone a few days ago. you think: “i know that. i made that!”
when i processed it, i thought nothing of it. just another photo, another face, another memory passed through my fingers. a celebration of life.
it’s like i had an impact on something bigger than a scrapbook or a picture frame. i made a photo for an obituary. the sad thing is that i don’t even know how the young pup died.