I go back now, to Pennsylvania, and on one of the
walls of the house in which my parents now live there hangs a photograph of
myself as a boy. I am smiling and staring with clear eyes at something in the
corner of the room. I stand before that photograph, and am disappointed to
receive no flicker, not the shadow of a flicker, of approval, of gratitude. The
boy continues to smile at the corner of the room, beyond me. That boy is not a
ghost to me, he is real to me; it is I who am a ghost to him. - John Updike
THE CURRENT CHALLENGE
Fri Oct 26, 2012
This week's
challenge:
'Change of Season'.
'Change of Season'.
