I get this feeling that I’ve been traveling through time. Living in all of the dimensions at once. Taking bits and pieces from each conscious moment and creating a new dimension. It’s weird. I can sit and think for hours in circles, coming out of it with a sense of something. That’s usually it though, a sense of something. Nothing tangible, I end up getting distracted and forgetting the details but keeping the sense. Things like awesome sunsets after storms and a 5 year old asking if we can chase the sun, those type of distractions are the best. Mostly because I have enough sense to pick up my camera for a one off spontaneous moment. Like this one.
That is a double edged blade in words. I’ve moved across the nation to be with my family and reassess my business and organize my thoughts. It’s been heart wrenching. The city of New Orleans has changed so much. And without my best friend Lance there, it seems pretty pointless. I didn’t realize how much I was depending on him, his friendship… just being alive. I think his death is still one of the hardest things to deal with. I am glad to be home during all this. I wouldn’t be able to do it alone in Cali. At least here I have my family, my son and support. I know Lance is here. Or at least I tell myself that.
These images are a few double exposures I captured last week in New Orleans. You know I’ve been combing them, looking for any sign of Lance. We used to walk these streets every weekend as high school kids. Talking about living together one day, writing down numbers to rentals. That was a lifetime ago. I can’t seem to shake the memories, as clear as yesterday. I hope he’s adjusting and knows how much everyone loves him. Still can’t believe he’s gone. That city is empty without him, like a broken heart.