She entered that place for the last time. Hospital. Slipping in and out of the here and now. Sometimes disconnected, sometimes giving me the wisdom only a Mother could... all in the span of a moment. While She was fighting her losing battle with cancer I, was inexplicably drawn to the lakefront at 31st street, a place I hadn't visited since my childhood.
The sub-zero temperatures of the 2013/2014 Polar Vortex proved to be an antidote to my pain. With my camera I would spend random mornings making photographs of frozen sand, frozen rocks, frozen water, frozen air, frozen nothingness.
This was my church.
My Morning Prayer Lake.