I find myself obsessed with the small things lately. I look into shadows to see a face, I look into the sun to find a purpose yet all that remains is the blinding light of the truth and the obvious.
Here is an image that came to my attention today via Andrew Sullivan’s site (http://www.andrew-sullivan.com/). I want to point out the subtle nature of sorrow within an overwhelming world of pain. Notice the boy’s jeans, especially the dark spot on his thigh. Is that a patch? Are they poor and have to stretch every thread? Did he piss himself? Was the grief that unbearable? What about the shirt? No Fear, I doubt that.
This image brings to bear the frailty and insecurity of life in a very poignant way, very poignant indeed.
Live like lighting or die like thunder…