I’m truly humbled by your comments, gentlemen. The constraints of the phone camera could be seen as mirroring my physical restraints. Each morning this week a hospital porter wheels me to a distant room in this vast complex, where I undergo Plasma Exchange, washing the self-made antibodies out of my blood. It can be exhausting, but after three two-hour sessions I am able to swallow gulps of diluted blackcurrant juice, something I couldn’t have contemplated just last week. So, I’m happy to make the journey. I hope the progress continues to include soft foods.
The doors were opening, Gianluca. As usual, I wasn’t prepared, and only had a few seconds to line up the shot as we descended one floor.
It’s not everybody who gets photobombed by Albert Einstein!
By the way, by far the worst part is getting two tubes implanted in your neck, just millimetres from the main artery! Here is one of my favourite shots of this whole series:
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