I have often toyed with the idea of a photography as a kind of proof of existence, as witness to a place, a person at a certain time in both ones own life and theirs.

I learnt today that Larry passed away and my heart has been sinking since. These photographs are all I have to honor the memory of a man that once lived in the Arbor Cottages on highway 17 in Savannah, Georgia in 2011 and shared with me some moments and some words, both of which I will keep close to my heart forever.