|Thames River, 2014|
We are moving. I am moving for the fourth time in seven years. Tiny is moving for the first time in his life. It is all very...well, you know. Very.
|Ground hog. Stretch limo.|
I am photographing our last month in London. It is a creative project to remind me to pay attention, to stop and breathe amidst the whir. (It is also a little attempt to stop the march of time even though I know it won't make a whit of difference.)
We have certainly celebrated the saving graces of Employment in the Nick of Time.
But there is an end of an era-ness that is leading to some eye leakage when defenses are down at the end of the day.
|Singing. "Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?"|
Oh, life –
you exhaust me.