It's been a year since my longtime friend Stephen Jackson passed.
We didn't get together often, but when we did there was always a pot of his homegrown mint tea and hours of conversation.
I'm not a big talker but he realized early the language of my camera and his palette transcended.
I took these portraits one fall afternoon about a month, maybe six weeks before he died.
Pixel and palette became more than the sum of our parts that day.
Credits:
Phil Hossack Photography