It’s the watch I wore on my wrist every day for I-don’t-know-how-many years, the one I took off and laid resolutely aside forever on the day I retired.
The crystal is scratched with a thousand fine scratches like the fine lines that have begun to etch my own face, and the dial is water-stained and turning from white to tan with the same appalling speed as the changing color of my hair. Yet there is still a sparkle on the brightwork. Time now, I think, to slow down just a little; time to pause and reflect, to consider whether I’ve done the most important things I always meant to do, and see what I can do to tick off just a few more items on that list, before the batteries fade away to nothing and I sail off on the Great Adventure. Not soon, that departure, but not so far off as it once seemed.
Nikon D3000 with Nikkor AF-S Micro 85mm lens; Photoshop.
17 Nov. 013 Well, things take time. This just sold (as an e-file) from my account on Lightstock.