
Hubby Neil is putting up tin ceiling tiles in the living room. Slow process. 14 up, 85 to go. Every time he fires that nail gun, I feel like I've been shot. Makes me jump every time. Long way to go. One day I'll show you the finished product.
"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