After she died, Amir had gone through Ada’s work, trying to discover some hidden depths of her through her work. What he’d found was no surprise. Ada had loved to photograph Alonzo because she had loved him with her entire soul. Her cameras had captured her husband — the depth of him, all his kindness and promise and beauty and softness — because she saw him that way. Their love was all over Ada’s photography. The body of her work was a testament to the life she’d built with him.
