Taking pictures at home was a way to shape reality. In my photographs, Mary Ann’s illness was an incidental part of our lives, a perspective that was reinforced every time I made a choice of what to take a picture of, what to mark on my contact sheets, and what to print. My pictures told me again and again how much I cared about my family. The specific pleasure I took in photographing Eve was explainable in many ways—children are beautiful, they’re less self-conscious than grown-ups—and it was also a way of linking with Eve, of strengthening our implicit, might-be-coming-soon bond as survivors.

Rock In A Landslide

Kelly Nowels