In the middle of the journey of our life, I found myself astray in a dark wood where the straight road had been lost.
This passage from the Inferno Canto is a good summary of my present state.
I feel not so much a sense of being lost. It is more a sense of despair, the loss of any further will to fight.
This is an image of a photographer with a tripod mounted camera. He aims to capture a life, a moment of time, a discrete period of milliseconds. This pin point in time will be available to him throughout all his subsequent years. His precise aim point is difficult to see. The larger detail picture shows his focus is fixed upon a loon.
In a prior post, I described missing garlic. I misplaced some cloves of garlic and was unable to find them after a massive search. The missing garlic surfaced yesterday inside the specially ventilated (lots of big holes) blue ceramic pot designed expressly for the storage of garlic. In the header image, the white garlic is from China. The purplish garlic is the missing Québec garlic.