The Shape Of Goodbyes

I KNOW, I WILL LET THIS TOPIC GO... EVENTUALLY

A photograph I took on our film camera this June in Brooklyn. One that felt beautiful, complicated and meaningful.

The handyman at The Mae House is an older gentleman who likes to linger when we say goodbye. We say it once, hug. Then a few seconds later, one of us points to another thing he has done, and we begin a conversation once again. It’s a small t…