Yesterday's photo, and the three that follow here today, smacked me in the face when I saw them. I am obviously not at my best...once again, not prepared, caught in the act of the every day that is my life. What I saw may not be evident to you, unless you know me really well, and maybe not even then. During the years since the storm, a number of very nice photos have been taken of me...some candid, some staged, but each with a subtle sense of ghost. Elements of that tortured look remained and the light in my eyes barely burned enough to convince even me that it would re-ignite some day. How wonderful to look at these photos and say: "Look at me, I look really happy!" It makes me think of something that was said to me by someone I worked with earlier this year after I returned to a location I had been assigned in the past. "It's you. You're back. Where did you go?" And here I am. It's me. I'm back. I'm not always very sure where I went, but I'm grateful to be here, present, light in my eyes happy once more!
Happiness is having Dali and Sam with me-I tease that there's not enough room for a man in my bed...but I think you can see from the photos below that it's the truth!
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