This picture was taken one cold day in February, on the same day as "Power."  The wind was sandblasting everything, my face included, with hard, frozen particles.  I had just come back from Florida and a visit to my ailing father.  It was on this walk that I finally let go of the idea of that my father should live forever.  I said so, quietly, into the wind.  A few weeks later, my father was in a coma and was not expected to live through the night.  I left dishes in the sink, and with the help of friends, made it off the island to and to the airport.  I walked into his hospital room at about 1 in the morning, carrying my computer.   I said, "Dad, I've got pictures."  He woke up from his coma.  He said, "Watcha got?"