Time rushes by us. It rushes like the clouds in the sky that are swept and left drifting by the wind. As it passes we live and feel its passage. A brief reflection about time and life seen through two moments of our mother’s lives.
2018
2004
2010
2015
2016
2024
2022
2009
2006
1912
1921
1962
2023
2020
2019
