Contemplating growing older; the way I suddenly, somehow, look like someone else.
The way we still love what we had to stop loving when it left,
how we are already grieving what isn't yet gone,
how today could have been early May or mid-September,
how we find secret places to be ourselves, even outdoors ─
The song Enfolding by Jim Perkins,
and how these photos might somehow reflect those things
to whoever is looking.
In times of uncertainty, at least we can make art, &
in times of dystopian lockdown measures, at least we can still be our own subjects.
Thanks for stopping by.
─K
