A photographer is following me.
I think she loves me. I think she likes me.
She photographs me as I walk.
She photographs me as I lie under the sun,
and she photographs me naked.

Sometimes I don't want to be photographed,
and sometimes I do, but it doesn't matter to her.
She photographs me anyway, and I let her do it,
because I know how important it is to her
to have that moment recorded with her
eighty-year-old camera.

She created a collection of photographs
of me, and here they are. I hope you like them as
much as I do.

They tell the story of our relationship. They tell the
story of our love. Places, situations, fights...hair color
changes as times go by...a dog and a cat that are
gone, and then another dog...life...
seasons, and the comfort of loving
and being loved.

-Silvia Askenazi