We are still alive; some of us. Some amazing victories drew life back to our senses, yet the senseless violence does not abate. Fragile, raw, yet steady, lionhearted voices cut through the vitriolic hate and fear spewing bullhorn. Persist, we must.

Oranges, Portraits, and Autochrome, never cease to delight, visually; though the full history behind any of “this” to me, is not known. The blind spot presents, hence, an ensuing examination, and surprises. For a moment, a reprieve, and a breath, is welcome.