“One day we awaken and this was the dream, and everything that we have lost in this dream will be restored. This is what I hear in my own dreams. But then I awaken to the days of our loss and the nights of our regrets: having nothing to repent, nothing to look forward to.”
— Carl Minie
“A Doorway in Time”, Nikon D800, ISO 250, f/16 at 1/125 sec., 180mm
“The future is uncertain but the end is always near.” ― Jim Morrison
I have previously shared my observation that Time’s method of “healing all wounds” is most often through the obliteration of the wounded. Photographs are frequently intentional or unintentional markers and milestones of the obliteration of the wounds of the past. Nothing like Time can so effectively and completely take something that once had value and deep significance — like a home whose walls contained laughter and tears, birth and death, good times and bad, a family — and transform it into a nuisance, an eyesore, and a hindrance to progress. And what is progress but the infliction of new wounds and the ongoing assurance of job security for Time?