“There is frequently more to be learned
from the unexpected questions of a child
than the discourses of men.”
Holden loves “why?” If something isn’t “what” . . . it is “why?” He sat on the little garden wagon while grandpa planted the potatoes. He borrowed grandma’s sunglasses. Then began a series of “whys”. Grandpa started each answer with “because . . . ” Each “because” prompted another “why?” Grandpa didn’t flinch. He had an answer for every question. He repeated the answer if he got a “what?” I love pictures without time. Where time isn’t important. Holden leaned back against his grandpa and soaked up the sunshine. Birds sang. Grasshoppers clicked. All was well with the world. From a few photographs during a quiet, warm afternoon, I was able to create a “tiny tale” about “why” and “because”. These simple moments are like gold to me.
“Clocks slay time . . . time is dead
as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels;
only when the clock stops does time come to life.”