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  • As of May 26, 2012, my brother Bob and I moved on to new responsibilities, we became the senior generation in our family. Our biological mother died, the last of our natural and adoptive parents to pass. We only knew one grandmother, and she was gone by the early 1970s. Our maternal grandmother passed in 1986 but we never knew her or any grandfather, natural or adoptive.

    I have reflected and written every day since, about this event, about the journey - about searching, discovery, loss, and blame.

    Reflecting on life, “I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking.” page one of Christopher Isherwood’s novel Goodbye to Berlin

    On to current responsibilities to my progeny:

    I hope that my actions, photographs and selected words to virtual and real lives, be more active, reaffirming and thinking about the importance of sharing and accepting.

    I chose this image, my brother at Deer Creek Canyon - on the edge, throwing the rose, because he is still the best of me.

    I am still two brothers, for you and I, can often feel and think as two minds knowing two directions and finding two goals, believing still in one.
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