In a way, she was intoxicating ― 35 little windows into alternate versions of my life, reflecting different choices, different turns taken, different worlds inhabited. I mean that in the way that we always look better in our headshots or any studio photos thanks to optimal conditions and a skilled photographer, but this person was also better better. In our own photos ― our real photos of our real selves ― lie our stories: moments in time captured, life’s details memorialized to be looked at later and remembered. Support HuffPost Already contributed? Support HuffPost Already contributed?
