We just had a transformer pop at work. While we’re on e-power, I have time for a few family snapshots.
First up, Grampa Jolin, holding my Dad. 1941-ish
Then we have my beautiful Ma, on the boat. Maybe 1975? 
Then, Dad up at Waterfall with some big fish. 
Last of all, me in London. 1985-ish
All round the day was going down slow
Night like a river beginning to flow
I felt the beat of my mind go
Drifting into time passages
Years go falling in the fading light–Al Stewart/Time Passages
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger,
then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget–David Bowie/Rock and Roll Suicide
With a shadow you can actually see time go by, but you can’t ever catch it.
I’ve got kind of a thing about shadows. It’s a time thing when I watch shadows like clouds passing overhead. It’s a reality thing when I watch shadows of people. Like time which is and is not.
Like a person who is and who is not.
They’re as real as anything else, I guess.
Or as unreal.
The road between Joseph and Imnaha. One of the many places the Nez Pierce got chased out of.
The other night at the store, the clerk was awfully glad she lives in Imnaha so she doesn’t have to deal with all the traffic and crowds in town. Crowding is relative when you’re in a place this remote.
