This morning I told someone I spent my weekend sorting through six years’ worth of negatives. “Negative thoughts?” he asked. And they couldâ€™ve been. Because itâ€™s hard not to lament, to mourn the past.
But what I had spread out in front of me for two days (and what is now filed chronologically in folders) was a visual record of faces that have come and gone, faces that have come and stayed, of a changing relationship with two cities. Six years of a good life lived thatâ€™s really visible when held up to the light.