My sister texted this photograph to me yesterday. That’s her on her wedding day and me peering through the screen door. I think it got both of us thinking about the passage of time.
Which turned my thought to both buildings and people.
A foundation is poured, walls are built, fresh paint is applied.
In youth our skin is taut, supple and untouched by the years.
But time intervenes and both new buildings and our bodies become canvases painted by time. Continue Reading