One of the downsides of living alone—and it is most definitely a downside, not a perk—is that I’m always working. I never know when to stop. Hell, most of the time, I don’t even know what day or time it is. I’ve never been a calendar or watch guy.
I wake up when I’m ready to go.
And I crash when I’ve had enough.
Oddly, today, in two separate places, I met two Buddhist monks. A sign, maybe? They both, in a roundabout way, told me to meditate.
I don’t know about that.
But I am going to do my best to take weekends off.
Saturdays will be for wandering.
Sundays… for wondering.
More on both later.
A lot is shifting in my inner life. A lot.
It’s inspiring.
A lot of people at 71 moan and groan about how damn old they are.
I’m trying to reinvent myself.
So much too is happening in my photographic life. And my emotional life as well.
Click.
Here are a few casual edits from my end-of-day release.
I love photography.
I love life.
I love you.
Today, was a day, I will long remember
Thanks, sincerely, for sticking around.
Click.
Jack.
