‘Where is the life we have lost in the living?’ I picked up a T.S.Eliot the other day anthology and it opened to the Chorus’ for ‘The Rock’ that contains this quote. I have been pondering.
Picture. Sitting on a dock, the afternoon is hot and humid. A breeze picks up and the swells roll the the wooden platform. A loon preens in the sun not far away. And eaglet fledged. One remains behind.
There are junctures in ones life you stop, reflect, and wonder. How did I get here and where has the time gone and what am I going to do with all the crap I’ve collected over the years? I’ve embarked on this project entering my 60th year thinking about the large collection of photographs I […]