No sooner do I say I haven’t had a “sign” in a while that I get one.
I lost this watch in England. I remember searching and searching for it up until the bitter end with hope that I would turn up in some corner of the flat covered in dust.
No luck. It was gone. I accepted it.
My mother gave me this watch, when I was living in Zimbabwe, so I would know what time it was wherever she was.
When theme of time came up I had an idea of an image I was going to shoot.
I remembered a friend of mine had an old pocket watch and I went searching for it in a dresser draw.
When I opened the draw I immediately found what I was looking for but to my complete amazement this double faced watch was in the same draw. This is the watch that I lost in England almost 7 years ago.
Not only was it strange that it had appeared at all but appeared as I was looking for a sign about time… and needing one in particular from my mother.
time
Day 70-Time
I have been living in a black hole of time for the last four weeks. I do not know what day it is, or what week it is, I can’t remember if something happened a day ago or a week ago.
If is an uncomfortable place to be in. Time provides balance, guidelines and structure- even on a subconscious level.
This is a grandfather clock that a relative brought over from London sometime in the 1800s- It has always been a fixture in my parents homes wherever they have lived.
I have never know it to work.