Being a photographer is weird sometimes. Being there I felt the impulse more to comfort my friend, rather than to document her pain. These moments will reveal a lot about the kind of photographer you are, and it left me wondering. But Carrie loves these photos now and others seem to appreciate them as well and I feel like they are special- and that in the end I was able to give Carrie more than comfort. (which, she had a great support team of her husband and mom and even mother-in-law. If she had been all alone or something, pretty sure I would have put down the camera. What I'm getting at is that comfort in these moments is so so important and bonding, and I am not claiming these photos are better than that. I just mean from me to her, this was better. And now I'm done rambling about THAT.) :)
If you would like to read the story in Carrie's words, you have that chance HERE



























































