Reflections on Loss

Death is a door slammed in your face, abrupt and brutal, a conviction without appeal. And sudden. Even when you are there through the long fading light, measuring the breaths, it is still a shock when night eventually falls. And afterwards comes the reckoning, in the quiet after the fuss comes the time for reflection and memory. These images are from Coniston where I spent a few days after the funeral of my sister, the place and the weather perfectly calibrated to my thoughts, allowing me space in which to absorb new realities.