Part Three of my Fragile Things series is here! Part One is here. Part Two is here. This is the final part of the series featuring my photographs of fragile things, with hand-lettered text from Neil Gaiman's book of short stories, Fragile Things, overlaid on top. Working on this project has been enlightening and I really appreciate these final thoughts about the nature of fragile things.
From the Introduction:
It occurs to me that the peculiarity of most things we think of as fragile is how tough they truly are. There were tricks we did with eggs, as children, to show how they were, in reality, tiny load-bearing marble halls; while the beat of the wings of a butterfly in the right place, we are told, can create a hurricane across an ocean.
There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
Fragile things are everywhere, HUMANS are fragile things. People die. People break. I know those things all too well now. However, I am comforted by the thought that each fragile thing is actually very tough in it's own way. We survive. We keep living. Feathers can fly, hearts can heal and eggs can hold up bricks.
Looking back on my experience with my Mom I can hardly believe that I went through what I did with her. That I heard the doctor say she only had months to live. That I took my children to say goodbye. That I went back, held her hand and watched her die. It's a wonder to me, now, as I sit on the couch crying about it, that I was so strong in those moments. We are capable of doing things we never thought we could, and more than that, we are able to do it with strength.
Remember that, the next time you are fearful of something, the next time you think you can't possibly live through something devastating. You can, and you will.