You, with a View

by Jessica Joyce

It’s the power of photography. To capture it and let it live past the subject’s lifetime. To allow someone to look at it years later and smile along with them.

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You were never my nemesis. You were my . . .” I hate how I hold my breath. “My motivation.”

That’s something I haven’t felt in so long—hope that things will shift into the shape I confidently sketched out when I was young.

Instead, I hear my own voice, assuring me that, though these photos aren’t the best I’ve ever taken, at least I took them. Maybe it doesn’t have to be my best to still be enough.

I need this on my wall

It’s that I’ve got this look, and every single time you have that camera in your hand, it’s there.”