A self portrait. This image is from the late 1970s. I can clearly remember taking it. I was in front of a small synagogue off of First Street and East Houston Street. It was still an active place of worship at the time. I believe it is a private residence now.
There is the realization that I might never travel to places that I long to see. There are places that I might never return to as well. My life path and finances might be straight and narrow, but its depth and breath is boundless. I have my imagination, I have my home, I have myContinue reading “I have my home…”