Slowly Moving On: Photographs of a Memory
Matt flashes back to a night of exploration and more with his wife.“Jenn? Hey Jenn, where are you?” I beckoned, entering the house. I closed the door and put my bag down as I slipped off my shoes. Still no response. The car was outside, maybe she’d gone over to Justine’s. I threw my bag in my office and headed to the bedroom to change. Pushing the door open, I stepped through the threshold and turned to my dresser. I noticed my Nikon lying there, which was strange as it usually lived in...