Just in case
Photos, photos, photos…
Hi,
I replayed the song (funeral for a friend) I didn’t listen for decades probably. And I don’t like it.
And now that I remember that LP cover we many owned in another life and that other song singing goodbye yellow brick road, now perhaps those other words are the best words though.
To say goodbye to a friend who was fulminated, in a matter of weeks just disappeared. He liked my Substack when Substack was Substack. Get it?
Life displays its rules just on everyone’s eyes and each of us, all of us just ignore them. Or perhaps some are too clever and dance the ball without resentment and with fully understanding and success, specially in the sensitive matters.
Not my case, in any case. Let things be the way they are. That other case carries him for the last trip to eternity, in the case there’s a thing like that. A further chance, just in case...
And that was only one moth ago just when knowing what was all about (with that cloudy ghost looking through the window, I see it only now, oh photography, photography)… And I feel right now a kind of compression or decompression of time, time has been too short or too long, or too something. A case of very photosensitive stuff.
Photography joined us