How can I explain what it was to be around her at those times? It was like being sealed within an invisible, protective, soundproof chamber. I saw and heard and smelled nothing but her. She photographed me in the wreckage of our garden, out on the street, pretending to climb our neighbors’ gate while their ridiculous Pomeranian yipped itself into a frenzy. She photographed me in imaginary flight from the Pomeranian.
