Change.









Change is difficult- the kind that is inevitable and out of our control- and the often more difficult change- that which we are the sole captains of- that which we may not want- but know we need regardless of how terrifying its prospect may be.
Here is a fresh photo of "change"- changing my packrat ways- letting go and freeing myself of the weight of long past moments. I was going through boxes today - some dating back to college- and some containing items from early childhood. My thread bare baby blanket is now out of the box and in the bag- a movie stub from the last time I saw a visiting old girlfriend (13yrs ago), old test prints in Kodak paper envelopes from school, and a doodle from the same time I did after reading *Frankenstein- all and more now in the bag.
*I had always thought of Frankenstein as your basic horror story- but after reading it, my view changed. It is one of the saddest books I feel I've ever read. So one thing Mary communicated was that Frankenstein was not the monster- but instead the society which judged and condemned him was. Has society changed since Mary wrote this? Doesn't seem so. Oh- and as you see in this bag are items from a time when photography was still old school film & chemical darkrooms etc.- though it was however just beginning to change to digital. Lots of changes today.