I made these photographs in Puerto Vallarta one December many years ago, just a few months after Kevin died. (It was a conference for biography-writers, of all the reasons to go to Puerto Vallarta!)
I am not a practicing Christian, but still, the symbolism of the dove–okay, the pigeon–hovering over the small girls stunned me with its visual poetry.
And then Honoree and I walked across a small bridge arcing over a rocky stream, and I looked down at the beautiful egret, and saw my son.
I wish a happy, peaceful and redemptive New Year to all!
