My friends, this is what web logs were made for.

If you have a few minutes — or more — visit this site, Days With My Father. It’s brilliant, and brave, and brutally honest. It’s also unexpectedly beautiful, in every way that you can imagine. It will lift your heart, and then break it.

It’s one young man’s photographic journal of his father’s last days, as he slowly loses his mind, his health, and his reason to live. It’s full of small but compelling details — a toothbrush in a glass, a notebook on a table — that speak volumes without uttering a word. And the son’s accompanying text is spare and haunting.

The result is Ingmar Bergman crossed with Dorothea Lange, with a dash of Job. And it’s stunning.

This is life — glorious, hopeful, hurtful, limited life. Visit and see what you think.