Bobby & Hannah, 2010 This past New Year’s Eve at about 3 a.m. I threw a snowball with my right hand. Hanging from my right shoulder was my camera. With the throwing motion, my camera swung in a circle around my shoulder and came to an abrupt stop on the concrete. The back opened and I scrambled to get the film back in and the camera closed. I hoped that the streetlamps weren’t bright enough to blow out any of my photos. The next day, with my returned sobriety, I examined my camera. Cracks in the body. It was done. So, I rewound the roll though I was only about halfway through, praying that at least a few images had survived. Some did, and this one was the last of them.

Bobby & Hannah, 2010

This past New Year’s Eve at about 3 a.m. I threw a snowball with my right hand. Hanging from my right shoulder was my camera. With the throwing motion, my camera swung in a circle around my shoulder and came to an abrupt stop on the concrete. The back opened and I scrambled to get the film back in and the camera closed. I hoped that the streetlamps weren’t bright enough to blow out any of my photos.

The next day, with my returned sobriety, I examined my camera. Cracks in the body. It was done. So, I rewound the roll though I was only about halfway through, praying that at least a few images had survived. Some did, and this one was the last of them.