Never came to grips with his sickness or his death. Now I have it, though not the acute kind that killed him. I didn’t know the man in this image and he didn’t know me. I will never know how I lost my childhood or adulthood.
Category: Aging
Loxahatchee Look
all alone. with my camera. never that alone. i can always try to see myself. so people tell me to move on. i tell them that it is hard to move on when you are trying to hold on.
Battery Burlington VT
Cora Duckman, Mother’s Day
Always sad to celebrate a Yarzheit and Mother’s Day so close together. But she died not loving me or so my brother said. He is dead, too. No way to ever find out how or why or what happened.
Sharon’s Eames Chair
We always wanted an Eames Chair, but could not afford it. Still cannot. We settled for a knockoff. Got to “keep on truckin'”.
With a strong shout out to R Crumb who created this long lasting image and phrase.
Passed Over
Sharon has that look that she gave Bob Mueller. You can tell what she is thinking. No such thing as the truth in politics or photography.
Me? Don’t guess. I will never forget, but today, who knows if I remember.
Last Licks
Always sad when an ice cream store stops serving. A container you. Soft Ice Cream. The sweet smell when you walk to the counter to order. Always poured fresh. Grab a napkin and figure out how to start eating it. Point first? A lick? Don’t let the cone soften too much.
Life Lines Up
Everybody Knows
Chuck Highstein Better Beware
