Youth. Scotland, 1982. Our friend's (on the right) mum, Elaine, was a knitter by trade. She hand knit all the sweaters we are wearing. I think this must have been a product shoot.
She recently passed away after a long battle with cancer. She was only in her 60's.
There have been a handful of deaths from that time in my life. Each of them taking a piece of that time with them. I remember my childhood as full of wonder and boundless possibilities. I still feel that way about adulthood; however, the people are the markers, not the photos of them and as we move through aging, I can't help but feel the frailty of what that means. Impermanence will always be something I find fascinating, but when it meets the absolutism of death, sometimes it just feels like too much.