Autumn Reclaimed.

Finally got to thank them for saving my life after twenty years.

That final conscious breath before you fall asleep.

(RMS, 10-25-2021.)

My anxiety has gotten out of control. No, I can’t admit that it’s out of control. I have my hand inside the lion’s cage and I quickly jerk it out before he bites down from time to time.

RMS, 9/5/2018

One hundred and thirteen years.

One hundred and eleven years.

We know you were terrified, brave, horrified, strong, resilient, panicked, and courageous, and we honor you this night of the year. Death is not failure. Your lives were you and you remain wonderful, somewhere out here in our atomic jigsaw of existence. I’m so sorry you experienced such horrors.

Deepest of peaceful rest to you.

One hundred and eleven years.

We know you were terrified, brave, horrified, strong, resilient, panicked, and courageous, and we honor you this night of the year. Death is not failure. Your lives were you and you remain wonderful, somewhere out here in our atomic jigsaw of existence. I’m so sorry you experienced such horrors.

Deepest of peaceful rest to you.

High school senior photos deserve makeovers as they age alongside us. Proof of evolution.

I have my Guide’s eyes now. Homage.

#Photo Lab Filters and Time Travel.