Several weeks ago, I told someone that it feels as if I am standing somewhere in the desert wilderness, alone and dwarfed by unnavigable emptiness and windless silence.
Others would no doubt describe the experience differently. I can offer only a little of my own truth about it. I can tell only parts of my own story. I can say only: This is some of what it is like for me in the year after the one in which my son died.
Ansel Adams
Ansel Adams
