Alphabet

Let me spell it out for you. . .

Twenty-six letters make up the modern English alphabet. From these small, evolved, scribbles, all the Great Works, and the meager attempts by stumbling writers-in-waiting like me at making their hearts, their loves, their failures and their successes known emerge in a form that nearly anyone with a rudimentary education can decipher, and hopefully, understand.

This is a miracle, a power once reserved for gods and their avatars on Earth, scholars and their charges. In limitless abundance, I can use these few symbols to profess love, disdain, hope, or sorrow. I can describe the color of the sky, the change of seasons, the change of one heart.

Please accept this miraculous gift from me and remember me kindly in your own words and letters after I’m gone.

This is one in an ongoing series of images that I use to communicate with a dear friend via custom greeting cards. I supply an assortment of images I’ve created, and she chooses an image that she likes. I then write a short essay based on that image.

We’ve used these cards to learn more about my photographic process, about each other, and about life.