The imagination lives on...the craft of word ensures its survival...time attacks our human flesh with voracious intensity distorting what thoughts we may cling to but the word preserves how we saw things at the moment...who knows when this picture was taken accept obviously from vegetation it is later spring, summer or perhaps even early fall...I was there at the moment...I took that picture...that much is true..I”m watching a Jorma video from 1978...I know how I felt them...and what Jorma meant to me...bit I see things differently now...although there is still a big connection...it was not how it was them...but this video through time and space retains a connection...as does this picture...my father gone...time moving on...but there was this experience...this moment...and the craft of word...and the study of light...