Two Realities
I awake each morning quivering on the cusp of two realities. Eros beckons me into the light of all that is and that is to come.
When I turned fifty I photographed a series of images of women that I juxtaposed into diptychs. My goal was to
I Became we
….It happened late in life. I shot the first image early in the pandemic when I was single
Into My Eighth Decade
Arching across the sky in my chariot of years, the last remnants of middle-age stream behind. Closest are the
I am old. I am a woman. What, I ask myself, does that mean?
There is no hiding from the truth of the numbers. They stack
Who am I, I asked myself at the cusp of my seventies. Now, at its close, I have an answer. It is so simple
Hello?
Hello?
Is anybody here?
Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you behind the displays. Yes, I would like some assistance
I lost two inches.
There I was. Walking through life. Minding my own business. And wham! Two inches gone.