Death

On Saturday Brenna and I visited a ruined fishing shack near where I grew up. I was in the middle of editing the photos when I read the news about franionnoinarf. I had met him four or five times and didn't know him very well, but he was the best friend of schillerium who I know as well as anyone on LJ, and love. I had been having another rough day, but my immediate reaction was to "snap out of it," so I could be there for a friend. Snapping out of it doesn't make anything better; it's just digging under depression to find the resources for action or empathy. I don't know where it comes from. Craig would understand. He always does.

I don't feel like writing anymore so I'll post about the fishing shack later. For now these images express more than I can say.





I'm turning off the comments on this post. If you have words of consolation, send them to Craig.