While I was working on the Neighbourhood Tales project - I visited Judy, a neighbour had met her on the Park and had asked her to participate - she invited me up to her flat and we had the most interesting chat about her life. She was a journalist for many years and in her later days she begun doing art in the local council house - She seemed happy and content with her life. A few weeks later, I found out she had suddenly passed away. I was able to track her family down and share with them the interview and photos of her. Even though we shared only a few hours, somehow her suden death touched me so deeply. I revisited my afternoon with her in search of any signs that I could have missed about someone nearing the end of her life. But I couldn’t think of it that way. I was touched with the way she seemed to have lived her life doing what she loved. She said, she didn’t have children because the world was her family and children. I loved that.
We are only beginning to learn what to say in a photograph. The world we live in is a succession of fleeting moments, any one of which might say something significant.
_Alfred Eisenstaedt
