The Beck

It was four weeks ago today. I feel like I've been in some kind of time warp since then. I have no idea where all those intervening days have gone. This really is the strangest time.

I hit my third portrait anniversary today. Despite still feeling rather dislocated in space and time, and not particularly inclined to engage with people, the loveliest subjects always seems to appear right on cue to help me out. And, as always, I feel more myself for having talked to someone. Thanks to everybody who stops by my Identity journal. I never expect anyone to comment but it's lovely to know you are looking. It never ceases to amaze me how autobiographical it's turning out to be too!