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.
2017
2024
1990
1992
2012
2014
2011
1928
2018
2022
2004
2023
2019
2006
2021