22nd February 2012

Come, hide with me

When the going gets tough... you can come and hide with me. As one grows old, the places to hide keep getting fewer and fewer because what you are hiding from also changes. You can't hide under your bed, you can't hide behind you dad or mom. Cherish the places you still have left before they go too.

This picture is from a series of images I took over half and hour on the cloudy full moon night while offering career advise to a former colleague.