Strange how things change, time passes on each minute becomes an hour, each hour a day. Before you know it your fifty three , with creaking knees and failing eyes. But marking the passage of time is better than the alternative. I am for sure greatful for all I have had and all that is still to come.
Yesterdays and today’s prints are both documenting things in the studio. Yesterdays on recycled tissue from a packaged I had delivered. And today’s on part of an old bed sheet .