PHOTO:Age

Studies on aging gracefully.

Trying to understand the body without punishing it for changing.

There is a strange beauty in watching the self shift over time — in carrying the faces of those before us, and in carrying our age.

Perhaps grace begins there.

You cannot see my hand. It’s hidden in shadow, but beneath the shadow it is badly bruised. My blood has become thin, much more fragile. My bones suffer. Part of the reason I am trying to remove myself from others lives.

I do not lean on people anymore. Perhaps I no longer know how. Perhaps I have grown tired of reaching out, only to feel unseen.

I took these photographs because I am sick, and aging, and because some days I do not meet either reality with grace.

But all living things change. All bodies shift. All faces carry time …eventually.

So perhaps there is something holy in learning to look gently at ourselves as we disappear, and become.

Studies, May 14 2026