Time, something I've been short on of late... but today I had time to get bored and try an idea I've had for a while. I kind of like how it came out but then again I am partial to the models... two war torn veterans of the past century, my great grandfather's poor old watch, which no matter how many times I get it fixed, its arm falls off and a dear friend that bears the marks of 100 plus years of, grannies and church ladies with large rings... children of more than a few generations reaching up to pop the little piece of ivory right off the key with a squeal of delight... and even me, a drink by my side, pounding away while switching randomly between moonlight sonata and the theme from the pink panther... it's a trooper is it. Time does seem to leave its marks I suppose some are scars but most can only be viewed as badges of honor. (side lit with a candle)
from Washington Square
The interior of The Thanksgiving Chapel - downtown Dallas, Texas
But through the sight, that fortified itselfIn me by looking, one appearance onlyTo me was ever changing as I changed.Within the deep and luminous subsistenceOf the High Light appeared to me three circles,Of threefold colour and of one dimension...Divina Commedia, Paradiso - Canto XXXIII~Alighieri Dante
with apologies to Pablo.