I got the call from my wife in Texas, saying she needed me, on a Monday. Wednesday morning, I was flying out to be with her, leaving our kids and dog with some good friends here in England, packing a suit for a funeral, some other clothes for an unseasonably warm Texan autumn, and my Konica C35 AF2, loaded with Kodak Portra 160.
It was my first time using the camera, and my first time shooting Portra. I was flying out to Texas to be with my wife, whose dad and step-mum lived out there. Her dad was in the last stages of cancer, and when she rang that Monday, she told me I needed to come be with her, and to say goodbye to him.
After a difficult few days at their house, watching him slowly fade away, my wife and I, and her mum, who had also flown out to say goodbye, decamped to a house ten minutes away, on Lake Winnsboro. It was a beautiful spot, with a little boat dock out back, with sunset views. My mother-in-law had found some fishing rods in the garage, so she and I went down just before sunset that first night to cast out a few, just for fun. Thankfully, I took my camera down with me.
This was the only shot I took, managing to capture her silhouetted, with the sun shining through her auburn hair, serene smile on her face, a moment of peace amidst all the madness.