I watched a man die today. It's really not that unusual in my line of work. I've watched many men and women die. As a nurse for the elderly, death is something I have to deal with often. I deal with it by building a wall, being somewhat unemotional and matter of factual, trying my hardest to maintain composure in a time my patient and their family needs me to be strong. I do it. They don't see me cry. They see it hurts, but I don't shed a tear. Not till I get home. Today this man's wife came to me, I wasn't his nurse, but the nurse assigned to him was only filling in one day while his regular nurse was on vacation. I was the familiar face on the floor, so she told me she wanted me to check him, and I just knew what needed to be done. I assessed him and let her know it wouldn't be long, what to expect, and that he was not suffering. Within an hour he passed and she stopped me in the hall and thanked me. She said "You were right on. Thank you."
I kinda brought a little of that passion for caring for the elderly into an old car photo shoot for this coming up Father's Day. All I did was ask on facebook if anyone had any old cars, and a friend referred me to someone she knew, who was the vice president of a car club. He got a few buddies together, there were 9 old cars all lined up for me 100 miles from my home, waiting to be modeled for me, despite unseasonably cold weather. It snowed in Cheyenne the night before, and was maybe 40 degrees, and just the day before it was upper 70's, near 80's. It was cold, cloudy, and perfect. Ok, maybe not completely perfect when it comes to the technical side of photography and lighting. This photo shoot REALLY had my heart. Here are a few of them. I'll have them released on my website by the end of the week. These are so far my favorites out of the bunch.