Shot the moss day before yesterday. Walked by there this morning and it was gone. Reality is transient.
An Indian schoolgirl wrote in my autograph book (remember them?) as I was leaving that particular school forever: "the secret of success is to be ready when your opportunity comes."
I like to imagine, in retrospect, that I had been too backwards and shy as a boy. She was beautiful (as so many of them are); I often wonder what became of her. Somehow, I sense the roots of photography.
Rob C