so: first i saw the photograph and it got me to thinking (see paragraph in green), but that didn’t seem to really convey my thoughts on the image as succinctly as i thought it should.
“they” say that to write your memoirs you should build a linear narrative; recording dates, experiences, births, deaths, marriages, moments of your life that for one reason or the other have stuck with you.
and in the same vein this came unbidden (also in green):
i think it was mark twain who said that an autobiography is made up of the small details and not the large ones (i paraphrase.)
but i felt it was headed no where, and it was beginning to sound sort of hoity toity, when i know i don’t have the wherewithal or at the least, i did not want it to go that way, when i thought of dosso dossi’s wonderful “allegory of fortune“, which then prompted this: