I was on a mission that day that not even the rain could disrupt. As I made my way to Westminster Bridge to recreate this photo of you, I remember thinking about the beauty of perspective. Not only was I grateful to have found this photograph of you in front of this very spot decades earlier, but to be there giggling to myself as the wind blew my umbrella inside out, left me in awe. How did I get here? Who’s crazy idea was this? I actually made this happen?
Looking back at this photo now, over a year later, makes me realize that anything is possible. The incredibly unpredictable journeys that brought you to this bridge, then brought me to this bridge, then gave me the urge to dig up this photograph to have another look are more connected than I ever knew possible. The layers and years in constant dance with one another creating beauty and rhythm with every step.
I am writing to tell you that in 4 months time, I will hold the first draft of my book in these tiny little hands of mine. The book that will be laced with both of our fingerprints, decades apart. I don’t want to do this alone. I can’t do this alone. This is why I am telling you.
With a granddaughters love & admiration,