Rosemary's side of the bed and her nightie - 4 December 2021

In the years since Rosemary died on December 9 2020 I have written many times about our bedtime intimacies and even listed all the beds we had from the time we were married on 8 February 1968.

I have also used the photograph here many times showing her nightie on her side of our last bed.

This time I want to add something my mother used to say when I was a little boy in Buenos Aires. At bedtime she would say, “Alex es hora del baile de las sábanas blancas,” or “Alex it’s time for the dance of the white sheets.” Of course in those days sheets were only white.

It was perhaps because of that memory that I photographed a lovely woman on my studio psychiatric couch. I cannot say it is erotic. I just think it is one of the loveliest photographs I have ever taken.

Every night when I get to bed Rosemary’s portrait on the wall stares at me. My two cats are beside me. When I turn of the light, Rosemary keeps staring at me.