Time, like a mischievous sprite, dances to its own rhythm. Back in the mid-90s, I painted the words “Time Waits for No One” onto BigD’s Sportster, a phrase, plucked from the pages of an “Easy Riders” magazine tucked away in memory’s attic, that has been my silent companion ever since.
Even though I’m retired, I will never give up photography. A symphony of clicks and flashes, freezing moments into frames that tell stories for years to come.
In the meantime, I am find so much joy in being a grandma. My four-year-old granddaughter, we’ll call her “T-bird” in these pages, is a bundle of giggles and imagination – pure amazing perfection. She pulls me into a world where time slows to a crawl as she explain the finer points of of folding a dishtowel. We chase watch planes in the sky, tell each other stories and call each other “green door” and “patio chair” a kind of “I Spy” game that came about the same way most things happen with little kids.
“Time Is A Face On the Water,” a Mejis proverb (IYKYK) declares, a truth etched into my soul by the pages of “Wizard and Glass.” The future, as short as it may be, plays out ahead of me, a painting yet to be painted. And yet, the past holds hands with the present, creating a puzzle of memories that shapes my journey reminding me that the sands of time don’t wait for anyone. Each second that flutters away is a brushstroke lost forever.
So! Life’s most beautiful music plays in the here and now. It echoes in the tinkle of a 3 year old’s laughter, in the stolen glances between a camera and its subject, in the tender moments of being a grandma.
As the sun sets on another day, I stand at the crossroads of past, present, and future. Time’s dance continues, unceasing and unapologetic. And I, armed with my camera and a heart full of stories, am ready to capture every step of the waltz.
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