What We Mean When We Talk About Love
When my husband, Jim Tanous, was diagnosed with metastatic cancer, I photographed him as I had for the previous ten years.
At the same time that his life was ending, our two-year-old son’s life was unfolding.
Our days conveyed an outward semblance of normalcy, but now a poignancy colored even the most ordinary events.
Buoyed by Myles’s childhood-exuberance, we bolstered ourselves and tried to ignore the looming sense of loss.
Within a few months, when the effects of the cancer became visible, I stopped taking pictures.
Then, two months before he died, Jim asked me to photograph him maybe because all along it had been a way for us to express closeness.
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