Far be it from me to say anything about a woman's cycles. Hoo-boy, is that ever a minefield. But.

It has always been a point of fascination for me, the way death feels so similar to life inside my body. The eerie similarities to new life, when it's really only just the winter of another road you'll never take.

When you consider the potential it represents, and how that is rooted in the raw physical reality of biology and time... And the sort of mourning you have to go through to say "no" to that for month after month... It makes one realize that you ladies do not walk an easy path.

Really stunning photos, by the way.