Before I had the strokes I was always critical my pictures.
This one showed my double chins.
That one made my smile look weird.
Roll you could see.
Then I had my strokes.
My pictures are never about my skin, food in my teeth, little imperfections.
I capture moments.
I remember love.
I come close to the feeling of hugs.
I put laughter on film.
That’s what I’ll remember long after the rest.