The Last Photograph by Emma Chapman

31121951– He’ll ask himself later, if he knew. Now, it’s easier for him to think that he is acting without thinking, out of instinct. –

– Your work is art…And we’ve been lucky to have you. But times have changed. We can get a freelance shot for a tenth of one of your images…What could he say? I’ll take less too. Just let me keep on working… –

– I needed to write it. It was my way of dealing with what happened, of saying sorry. –

– It’s not as simple as that. –

– Each day, as Ralph grew older, he expected things to improve, to stop feeling like he was outside his life, rather than living it. –


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