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.
The colour in his paintings, the colour in his life flows boldly through in these photos, a while after I first shared them his stepdaughter Monique pointed out the palette in my photos matched the palette in his paintings.