He likes to think that he is surrounded
by the love of those who have gone before,

in whose presence he felt accepted and
loved, but where are they when you need

them most, he wonders. More often, those
faces, those very same faces, hover in

judgment on the sins of the past ever
haunting him with his failures. A thera-

pist once asked him why he was looking
at himself in those faces. Perhaps, he

thought, it is time to get out-of-the-way
like when you take a photo of a beautiful,

artistic photograph framed with a glass
cover and you’re trying to get your

reflection, camera in hand, out of the
way of the evocative, expressive piece.