I went looking for this photograph of me in my early forties, about twenty years ago. Here it is.
And this photograph here in Panama.
It’s amazing how similar. Through all of the changes, these two resemble each other. Now I’m tempted to make a value judgement about that. Instead, think of it as one of the aspects that has surfaced from my full self, from time to time. Perhaps I’m revisiting this cycle. A sort of trying to relish living cycle.
I still think that few people know what to make of me, that I’m a bit of a freak. That hasn’t changed.