I’m listening to Steven’s breathing as he sleeps on my couch. I walked outside to get a bottle of wine from the truck, and when I returned he was fast asleep. It’s good he fell asleep because he was getting on my last nerve. Now I understand it was because he was exhausted.

Before he lost consciousness, we spent some time at Bayou on the Bay. This picture is of part of a sculpture that is outside of the restaurant. He quietly looked at flyers plastered to the windows of the Bayou as I framed this shot.