So Many Moments Reflecting Refracting So Many Experiences

So many moments reflecting. Refracting so many experiences. The lenses of time’s, evolutionary passing have become moments of history pressing, pressing upon one’s memories hoard within which all has been stored. There has become this void !!! Reminiscing may help to avoid. These memories, lucid, will remain until more adventures come again to enliven one to never ever refrain from moments gone, bringing pain. There has become this void !!! Reminiscing may help to avoid. Memories will enlighten, until I depart this plane. A journey towards a new start. Touching the moments You, created for me, brought your essence, your soul for me to see. There has become this void !!! Reminiscing may help to avoid. Thirty five days, three hundred hours spent on so many of my days, it towers above a thousand 3 and ½ by five prints that illustrates the stories, fabulous hints. There has become this void !!! Reminiscing may help to avoid. Looking into the many adventures, the reminiscence of my Beautiful, Daughters, Love, Family presence that helped make up so many of my nights and days. For this journey, these adventures to live again, one prays There has become this void !!! Reminiscing may help to avoid. The last image these tired, old, brown eyes got to see was my Daughter Gail, hand in the air waving goodbye to me as I entered the metal body of this giant silver bird echoing in my ears the voice and every word I heard. There has become this void !!! Reminiscing may help to avoid. The curtain, soon will be coming down upon this play so that I may then begin to experience a normal day were thoughts of my Beautiful Daughters, Love is not fused with all the work I will soon rise above. B. J. “ A ” 2 July 15th 2017

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Patricia Cresswell

Date: 10/3/2017 9:53:00 PM

You are not alone some one cares that is what I hear. Good memories serve as a tie that binds you in support over the void. I do not think I quite understand the journey is it an actual physical trip or metaphysical?

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 10/4/2017 11:59:00 AM

PS Should you wish to take a pictorial journey into my history you can go to my facebook site http://facebook.com/williamj.atfieldjr

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 10/4/2017 11:54:00 AM

Good morning Patricia : I am very flattered by all your interest in my stuff and most grateful for all your comments and questions. It clearly indicates that you are a very concerned and caring woman !!!, as is obvious from your photo . “ You are not alone ” actually I am my Dear, although there have been moments in my life that I have been a part of something, but I have been a loner for much of my life and have been on my own, without a lover / companion, for the past seven years. Off course “ some one cares that is what I hear. ” Patricia, but most of them are three thousand miles to the east. I do have a lot of acquaintances here in BC, that may fit into that category ???

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 10/4/2017 11:53:00 AM

Positively “ Good memories serve as a tie that binds you in support over the void. ” my Dear. Your first guess is correct “ I do not think I quite understand the journey is it an actual physical trip ” it is about the journey, the adventure, the moments I spent in Southern Ontario from the end of May to the end of June this year that are captured in a thousand three and a half by five photos . I hope Patricia, that I have shed some light, answered your question satisfactorily and have not board you to tears with my sagas ??? Bill .