Thursday, July 5, 2012

... you might believe

It is everywhere.  I do not mean god.  I mean the elastic painful absurdity of life.  The many moments we try to arrange, to direct.

When I am putting Rhys to sleep - I am there by his crib, kneeling, trying to calm him - I assume a posture similar to that of prayer, the archetype of a praying man.  But I am not praying.  If you saw me you might believe that I was.  If believing is what you like to believe. 

(photos by Lisa Murray)