My wife Sandra Morgen three weeks before her death in fall 2016–always smiling for the camera. This was at the wedding of our daughter’s BFF since age 3; Sandi was supposed to officiate but could no longer walk or stand unaided, yet insisted on making the trip.
They gave us a room where she could rest before the ceremony. Our son the winemaker lies beside her, deeply depressed but determined to be with her and help.
A few minutes later, I made this photograph of them before the short but fatiguing walk to the ceremonial area. Normally I stick to BW, but the powdery blues were so soft. West light, just north of the Columbia River outside Mount Hood.
And this, not the last portrait I made of her, but just minutes later on the same day—it allowed me to be reflected in her sunglasses. Emaciated, alert, her hair luxurious in the light.
Perhaps some of us may be lucky and determined enough to be at a lovely sentimental wedding just before we go.