November 3-10, 2022. Days 253 - 261 of war.
My parents are continuing their life as refugees these days we talk a lot about all sorts of exotic plants that my Mom finds on their walks. There are citrus trees, pomegranates, and a lot of things we haven't identified yet. Some seeds that Mom picked up opened overnight and were photographed 100 times. Leaves are drying in between pages and a little bouquet is on the table - I see it when we talk. Every day they are walking a little bit further, sometimes a little too much, but mostly progressing with caution. Just a couple of days ago they made it to the apartment where they stayed during the first week and had a chance to talk to a friend they made there.
In the first of these portraits, I did not get a chance to finish Mom's face as they had guests over and the screen was filled with a lot of people. We had a blast talking as a group! And it played a huge role in lifting the mood of my parents. My parents are surrounded by wonderful care and this together with being in a safe place made a remarkable difference in both their physical and mental health - even within these little three weeks since they started their journey.