Your memory is intact. Like a gallery you can visit moments of past times because you stored them in your mind, art, words and photography. How fortunate!! You've named the gallery, apparantly: "My Distant Former Life." Hmmmm...A fitting name, perhaps? Maybe? But it is simply not true that you "USED TO BE" a writer and photographer. You ARE. You are not yet a has-been, Fred. I believe that's reserved as a posthumous title. For now you are the author and photographer of a gallery I'd like to call: "ByGone Moments."
Thank you for the encouragement, I hope to find my Muse again and hope to use the long nights of winter to have conversations with her that result in something visible and worth sharing.
I might invite some people over on the 21st to mark, or celebrate, the U-turn of the sun.
Sponsored such a ritual in Virginia at the Cabin. Probably not.
I continue to revise "Angel in Goggles"--because its handover to the Net miscarried and I had days on my hands while waiting. Also I gained a week because someone's permission came in unexpectedly after I waited. Then I was able to spend 2 more days because my right hand man got sick. The e-book got more and more posterity-worth. 200+ plus images, mainly photos.
When you make a drawing based on a photo, you might think of the process as Fredification.
Your memory is intact. Like a gallery you can visit moments of past times because you stored them in your mind, art, words and photography. How fortunate!! You've named the gallery, apparantly: "My Distant Former Life." Hmmmm...A fitting name, perhaps? Maybe? But it is simply not true that you "USED TO BE" a writer and photographer. You ARE. You are not yet a has-been, Fred. I believe that's reserved as a posthumous title. For now you are the author and photographer of a gallery I'd like to call: "ByGone Moments."
Thank you for the encouragement, I hope to find my Muse again and hope to use the long nights of winter to have conversations with her that result in something visible and worth sharing.
Yo, Fred---touching and and thought-provoking.
I might invite some people over on the 21st to mark, or celebrate, the U-turn of the sun.
Sponsored such a ritual in Virginia at the Cabin. Probably not.
I continue to revise "Angel in Goggles"--because its handover to the Net miscarried and I had days on my hands while waiting. Also I gained a week because someone's permission came in unexpectedly after I waited. Then I was able to spend 2 more days because my right hand man got sick. The e-book got more and more posterity-worth. 200+ plus images, mainly photos.
When you make a drawing based on a photo, you might think of the process as Fredification.
RW
Thanks for the posting. We are having some bleak weather in the New River Valley which has limited explorations into the outdoors.
from AI:
Between Frost and Bloom
The air grows heavy, sharp with frost, Leaves surrender, their colors lost. The daylight thins, a fleeting flame, Each evening whispers winter’s name.
The ground is hard, the branches bare, A silence lingers in the air. Steps crunch on ice, hearts slow their pace, As shadows stretch across the space.
Yet deep beneath the frozen earth, A secret stirs, a quiet birth. Roots remember, seeds still dream, Of sunlight’s warmth, of rivers’ gleam.
So though the cold may press me tight, And endless gray consume the night, I hold within a tender song— That spring will come, it won’t be long.
I thank Heaven for you, Jeff. I wish all people in public office were like you!