July 4
I woke up this morning with deep thoughts about what the fourth of July meant to me, and what image I would post along side my wonderful words of wisdom. As the day passed, so too did my erudite words. Now, as I sit here — the fourth about to expire into the fifth — I can’t think of what it is I really wanted to say. I thought about pulling a photography of the flag — one of the many I’ve taken any number of times. However, as usually happens to me, I felt compelled to post this image; this blurry image of my first-cousin-once-removed’s son basking in the attention of the many colored faces and accents surrounding him at a Fourth of July party hosted by another cousin. I won’t pretend to know what this little boy is thinking. But looking at this image puts a smile on my face and fills me with light and love. I can only hope for the same for this paradox of a country that I have adopted as my own. Happy Fourth of July.
LOT 144 