These four photographs were happy mistakes - a lens set incorrectly, pressed for time, rapidly pressing the shutter, quick clicks facing a midwestern winter sunset with two beloved people in the frame.
That same day, as I sorted through these photographs, I read this poem posted on Odessa's blog and smiled because I know it as truth, for me and for them:
You came one day and
as usual in such matters
significance filled everything -
your eyes, the things you
knew, the way you turned,
leaned, stood, or sat,
this way or that: when
you left, the area around here rose
a tilted tide, and everything that
offers desolation drained away.
Sometimes things just work, just like these two in the photographs. Just like that poem. Just like the sunset fading out into velvet dark.
Welcome friend, you are loved.