Time rushes by us. It rushes like the clouds in the sky that are swept and left drifting by the wind. As it passes we live and feel its passage. A brief reflection about time and life seen through two moments of our mother’s lives.
2018
2013
2004
2008
1965
2015
2021
1945
2001
1962
2009
2022
2012
2023
2019