|C - March 4 2022|
Having two daughters, when one is about to be 80, has its very good moments. They call me almost every day and Hilary, my youngest daughter, visits me once, and sometimes twice a week. My eldest daughter Alexandra, who lives in Lillooet, I see less often.
Both tell me which bills to pay and are getting my files ready for the income tax and other stuff that one cannot avoid besides one’s death. They even try to solve my laptop problems that are over my head.
Hilary brings me all sorts of pills of zinc, magnesium, fish oil and vitamin-C.
But I can imagine their phone conversations, “What did he look like? Did he shave? Was the house clean? Where there any dishes in the sink? What did his heart (ophthalmologist, urologist, rheumatologist, walk-in clinic doctor) have to say when he saw them?”
You get the idea. They are making sure the “old man” does not give up and they hope that he fades more slowly than General Douglas McArthur.
But I have to confess, that while my pad is clean and tidy,
I put extra effort with Rosemary’s Dyson and I do shave in the morning when I know Hilary is coming for dinner.
I have a third person who has entered my life whom I will call C. She nags me to take her photographs and tells me I have to keep doing what I do best, and this according to her is photography.
At my age I refuse to rest on my past laurels and I try to
innovate with all that the digital universe has to offer, photographically.
I photographed C a few weeks ago. Yesterday she came over and posed in my little studio. I projected on her, with my new Epson digital projector, the photographs I had taken those weeks before. I am including one of the images (cropped for 2022 correct consumption) one of the photographs. I am quite excited and I wonder if anybody else does this sort of thing? Most of my peers seem to be happy “capturing” sunsets with their phones.