Broke down a little: “He will not see me standing here to watch the valley filled with snow. I have promises to keep”, said I to no one in particular. With Apologies to Mr. Frost. And Godspeed, Mr. Mandela.

The elephants know that memory is a two edged sword. Memory is indifferent to itself and its use, on account of the past is always past; Even when it is never really past (Bill Faulkner said that last, I think).

In the hard hours under tonight’s uncertain skies, I go to my zoo, I ask the elephants what to do and the answer I find is; tell yourself no more lies.

Restless night last night so I picked up Genesis and got as far as the part where God says to Abraham, “Kill me a son.” Naturally Abe says, “No, you got to be kidding me.”

Home at last, arm in a sling. The ablation procedure went so well that the docs had a clear view of some other stuff: “so how about we put in a pacemaker… for long-term success?”

I shot it in a quiet moment during a very active day and so when I look at it now , I remember the peace of that moment made up as it was of stolen time and the drifting memory of someone I loved who was no longer there.

Lights in the distance bring memories of an absent friend .

Are you kidding me? Seriously my eyes are 50% of what they used to be and my small motor skills, as in typing, are a joke to behold. To put it mildly it’s a bit of a challenge to be a writer / photographer these days, a magical mystery tour if you will.

I am swimming upstream in a river of fog, I am wrecked on shoals carved by indifferent time.

Meant to shoot more last week…hell, I mean to shoot more every week but I often don’t. Meant to write more last week…hell, I mean to write more every week.