
Kelly tried to get Eddie to snuggle with her, but he wasn't having it.
"All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt."— Susan Sontag
A rainy Friday on the square in Cookeville just after lunch. On my way to Super D drugstore to pick up prescriptions. I usually avoid the square if at all possible. Sometimes there's just no way around it. I was following a straight line along Jefferson Avenue to get from point A to point B. Whatever.