Just got back from Saratoga, visiting Stephanie at All the Right Angles, where she is choosing and framing the Hospice Journal photos for Sunday’s display at Gardenworks. The photos are not graphic in any way, but they were powerful to look at, at least for me and a few of the other people who have seen them. I had to sit in the car a bit, and take a deep breath, and the intensity of this experience – the photos, the dogs, the people, the challenge – and I marveled again at all the work Izzy and Lenore have done this year, all those homes.
  I think of all those people who allowed us into their homes, encouraged us to take pictures, shared their most intimate time with us, and I want to acknowedge and thank them again – Glen, Tim, Philip, Barb, Helen, Susan, Stan, Lee, Marie, Harold, Caleb, Marjorie, others – most of them gone. They gave me more than they know, and the photos are a way of remembering them, and I thank them and  honor them.
  On the edge of life, people sometimes feel shunned, forgotten, or avoided. The Hospice Journal is about not letting that happen.