Photography Thinks
Got a haircut and beard trim. Better to look good than to feel good at this point, while I still do and can. Barber said he was tired of working, considering retirement as he approached 70.
“I’m 71,” I replied.
“You don’t look 71,” he responded, shocked, taking a second look at the mirror to make sure his guess was based on actual appearance and not just a good natured compliment.
“What does 71 look like?”
Remission isn’t an option.
Nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.
Not knowing how to feel or what it feels like to feel good poses a problem. The harder it is to know who I am or why the less I care about what everyone else feels about me. The challenge is to make the remainder meaningful, despite having been ravaged in the past.
Choices I don’t have to make. Just getting my nails done, simple. Clip. Push the cuticles. Hand massage. Buff. No polish. Nothing to bite. Done.
“Portraits for those who serve.” Strong and proud. Not sure what this soldier did, but I am sure she did it with dignity and commitment. Go to the Cornell Art Museum to see the service people shine.