When I look at this photograph I see time. The hands of time moving too fast, I fear that I will not slow down enough to enjoy the occasions that were given to me. Societies and current culture tell me that moving fast is moving to be fruitful, productive. Moving slow is slothful, lazy (surprisingly – the song my father used to sing to me rings out in my head; slow down you move too fast you got to make the moment last). My role in this point in time is to nurture the moments, Mother Nature took her time evolving man to this point in history and I shall take my time raising my daughter. I will enjoy this lucid time.
