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 can... all in the span of a moment.
The sub-zero temperatures of the Chicago lakefront 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.
The purpose of this collection of photographs is to tell the story of my journey from the frozen Chicago lakefront, to Havana, Cuba. My hope is to illustrate the painful, emotionally exhausting, and creatively inspiring machinations of slowly losing my Mother… Mary Applewhite, only to have that offset by the sensory overload and heartbreakingly beautiful experience of wandering the streets of Havana.