The rocks of time-lapse photography, we are. Those who mental illness calls their own.
Seasons pass, weddings, children, careers come and go, but we rest in place.
The bright colors of living are for others to wear. But still and gray, we sit for the world…
Or so it appears.
There are no boulders of humankind. Our minds might entrap us in stone and far worse things, but within our rock-hard traps we breathe, we love and we see.
Think twice of the so-called rocks you look over, for they may not be an ‘it’ but a ‘we.’