... and that is the imaginary scent of the roses in the photos just by seeing them again, those from last year at the interment of the ashes of a key family member .... a journey yet again down the archives since one was widowed. I have been relocating those that get lost in time ....
The before and after of the progress in new moments and a little before ... The time spent in allocating some space to house keep the amazing pictorial prompts, to aid a recovery of sorts. The logic in my thinking where so much happened in a condensed space of time. The only positive to that is to get a lot over with in life and death at the same time. With this time now the witness to some amazing sights and senses experienced in the making of where one is now.
The steps trodden in many ways and forms. The before and after too of progress in life around and about in small doses. when most lucid.
I will never have the patience in the time crammed with still too much of the past in my domain, like some selective areas photographers pursue, I used to be so fascinated by, a long time ago now, pre widow time .... who photograph the same area at a certain time periodically to chart change, for example in many ways one use the art form in hobby or profession.
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