the ties..

 

 

 

 

that bind

 

over on Viewfinders this week, I spoke of cleaning out, purging, cutting through all the needless material stuff I have saved throughout my life.

However, there are some things to be held on to and passed down

from one generation to the next

 

They are the words, pictures, fibers and threads

of our story

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

passage

 

 

 

 

 

“…I have to admit that I’ve … always felt burdened by nostalgia, by a desire to stop time, to recapture things that have been lost. A sense that everything, absolutely everything, is on a journey from which there’s no return.”

 

 

Natalia Sanmartín Fenollera

 

 

 

 

 

her chair

 

 

 

 

 

very sick, my mother spent the last few months of her life in a nursing home.  each time I’d visit I’d find her propped up in a chair by the nurse’s station.  one day I asked “what are you doing out here, mom?”

 

  “I’m waiting to buy my ticket,

the train is coming.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

prediction

 

 

The Farmer’s Almanac was his Bible

 

It was going to be a harsh winter