In black and white

This one called Thirsty Boy. It is a composite image. The boy and well are from a public domain image and the abandoned house I shot in Caliente, California recently. The image is very much a metaphor for how I see my life at this stage. I see the house representing my body as I age, it’s been abused and neglected for far too many years. I have not treated it well. But it houses the thirsty boy.

I see the thirsty young boy as my spirit, ever in need of quenching. But filling my desire requires work (pump and handle). I can’t just turn on a tap I must do the work that is required to satisfy my thirst. The boy seems oddly content here. Of course, I find my life in a setting that has seen storms blow through (fallen tree). And my entire life is colored by the past (throwback to black and white days).

I look at this image with detachment, as if it is but one of the many (thousands) of views of me in a lifelong volume of such images. I can’t be defined by just this one image but as I age it preoccupies me for the moment.