Spending time in this little corner of the world, listening to news and working with backdrops and studio lights. I had been planning on doing portraits... This is a rock from the beach at San Pancho, Mexico. I had to leave 10 days earlier than I planned because of Covid 19, so I set this up to photograph, kind of like a wistful memory thing.
Try your best, do something you never made time for at home.
I posted this poem on FB, but here it is again. Be well.
THANKS
Listen
with the night falling
we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the
bridges to bow from the railings
we are running out of
the glass rooms
with our mouths full of
food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the
water thanking it
standing by the windows
looking out
in our directions
back from a series of
hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are
saying thank you
after the news of the
dead
whether or not we knew
them we are saying thank you
over telephones we are
saying thank you
in doorways and in the
backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and
the police at the door
and the beatings on
stairs we are saying thank you
in the banks we are
saying thank you
in the faces of the
officials and the rich
and of all who will
never change
we go on saying thank
you thank you
with the animals dying
around us
taking our feelings we
are saying thank you
with the forests
falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are
saying thank you
with the words going
out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing
over us
we are saying thank you
faster and faster
with nobody listening
we are saying thank you
thank you we are saying
and waving
dark though it is
W.S.
Merwin
