Or how I found inspiration in a new iPhone photo app. Photofox is a composite editor for IOS and over Christmas break I combined two of my favorite images, one of my daughter looking up in the tub and the next a mossy covered set of concrete stairs. Both point to directions, steps of life that one moves through whether one is aware of them or not. There's something in here, with the rainbow swoop that shows to me the passage of time, for she will never be this young again, looking at it now, I see how her face has grown longer, and I've grown older too, the white hairs that sat in my lap when I got my haircut last week.
If photography is the necessary act of freezing time, what's the bittersweet knot in my chest I get when I look at this called?