October 26, 2012


I go back now, to Pennsylvania, and on one of the walls of the house in which my parents now live there hangs a photograph of myself as a boy. I am smiling and staring with clear eyes at something in the corner of the room. I stand before that photograph, and am disappointed to receive no flicker, not the shadow of a flicker, of approval, of gratitude. The boy continues to smile at the corner of the room, beyond me. That boy is not a ghost to me, he is real to me; it is I who am a ghost to him. - John Updike

Fri Oct 26, 2012
This week's challenge:
'Change of Season'.


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1 comment :

Magia da Inês said...

▒✿ Olá!
Imagem impressionante!
Bom fim de semana!
Beijinhos do Brasil.

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