There is a common theme running through my photography. It may appear as a background thought that doesn’t necessarily jump off the pages at first, but it’s there, and it’s on purpose. I like to photograph character. Not in the sense of a person who plays a role. But character as in the manner in which someone conducts himself. What is going on on the inside that makes them do what they do. How they act. How they respond. It flows from the heart. We’ve all heard that the content of someone’s character is a much better judge than what they look like on the outside. That’s where I see the beauty.
When this childhood friend told me what she had planned, I could already see the beautiful story in front of me. She wanted me to tell her story about hair. Long hair, short hair, and no hair. It sounds crazy, even weird at face value. But the strand that weaves through this story is about love. About how a daughter, with the weight of her hair lifted, loves her mother so much, she stands along side her as she battles cancer yet again. The two of them have proven their strength individually over the years in ways neither knew they had in them. Put them together on a team, and I’m sure the forces of cancer better look out.
My prayers to this family for many times of joyous laughter with short hair. Deep, meaningful hugs with no hair, and the opportunity to grow it all back as bountiful locks of love.