Dancing with a Camera in the Presence of Light — Part 6: Day and Night

At 70 and beyond, I have begun to be aphoristic. Perhaps the wisdom of the ages is beginning to condense into simple utterances of unending resonance. Or maybe I just don’t remember as well. Here goes.

Because in some way we are all part of one another, each of us is a multitude — yet also a self — and in the singularity of that doubleness, we…