These are a set of portraits I shot this afternoon of Daniel, my father-in-law. The family and I had just come back from the funeral of his mother. She was 93. It was a simple ceremony. No fuss. As she would have wanted. The portraits are an attempt to capture, not only the melancholy of these moments, but also the dignity and stoicism that we all posses when we are confronted by the death of a family member or cherished friend.