So I am here. filled with dread, The most precious of my creations loves me , my canvas' love me. My family loves me......The world loves me......But do I love me? I think not. I begrudge myself like nobody else alive. Realization sets in....My camera will never shoot images that will be on LIFE magazine. My son will probably never see me past age 55....My life is slowly dwindling to it's end. What have I acomplished other than to shatter dreams and hopes? It is a question I ponder tonight.
I photographed this in 2007