Going to and from jobs, school, and a little one in the hospital, Carla and Jason, and sometimes Phoenix, spent a lot of time riding the T. More than that, they spent a lot of time waiting.
Waiting at the station for the train to take them to another train to meet their other half. Their “other half.” I do not use that term lightly. They complete each other in the silliest and most loving way.
I wanted to show their story in my photos. I had a pretty clear idea that I wanted to show him waiting for the train, then her and Phoenix waiting for Jason’s train, then them going somewhere together.
After a short while, I got the sense that they were not just waiting for their other half to arrive; they were waiting to go home.
By home, I don’t mean a house or an apartment or a trailer, or any other physical structure. I mean home, where you feel safe from all the difficulties and troubles of the world, where you feel a sense of all encompassing love like a fuzzy blanket on a cold night, where nothing and no one can bother you. When these three were together, they were home.
This was a place they built together, and each day they improve it. It was a place built to help each other through some difficult times, a place to be themselves, and it is always with them.
Wow, I am getting all misty eyed just thinking about how that love feels, and how obvious it was with them. I’m trying to express that sense of compassion and love, but words are failing me. Take a look at the photos, I need to go get a tissue.