Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Past Present



So there I was last weekend. I am in Baltimore with my son. Standing on the balcony as dusk begins to set, I see him. The cabbie waiting for a fare. He may have a call or he is hoping for a flag. Either way he is waiting and he will wait many times for 12 hours a night for 5-6 nights a week.

You are alone and very present in your thoughts. I stared at him sitting through my telephoto lens for what felt like an eternity. I saw him present and waiting and I remembered being present and waiting.

Then. I determined to wait and be present. Now...as I was then...

The past reminded me to be present.

Remember the days of reflection and be present now. The past present.


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