I have been thinking about how much I once loved photography, and why. The answer is obvious but I didn’t care about the why, it at the time. It was blind passion then. I was capturing moments. Now I’m less agile, my vision is not as good. I’m kinda tempted to say that my world is more narrow. It is, but moments happen everywhere; and I can capture them in words. I’ll do that.

Today I had battered ground beef with polenta accompanied by cream of turnip soup for 11:30 lunch, the main meal of the day here at Deer Park Retirement Community. So…you get the picture, I imagine. I’m realizing this post is kind of a cry for help.