For almost a decade, my mother has traveled five miles every day to visit my father’s grave. Widow documents this daily pilgrimage. It is in these quiet moments, as she lights a candle in the dark, that I witness the true endurance of their connection. I see memories surface—joy mingling with grief in the flickering light.
Through her daily pilgrimage, I have learned that devotion is not confined to the past; it is a living, breathing force. These images explore the physical and emotional landscapes of enduring devotion, capturing the spaces where memory, grief, and joy intersect.
