It was awfully nice of you to drop in and comment on My Time. Since it was close to dawn that day and he and i were the only ones awake, I did have a moment like the one you see in the photo. A cup of coffee, an old shrine, some moss-covered oaks, and the fog all to ourselves. It was peaceful.
Thank you for your comments on "Bridge Over Moving Waters" I'm really pleased you liked it.
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling; “Kilroy was here” on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.
William Faulkner