Another year has come and gone. They are starting to trip over each other. They are coming so fast, and I wonder, “What have I done?”

What have I done to make this a better world? What have I done to better myself? What have I done to help others? At 71 ½ years of life, why am I feeling so insignificant? Why am I thinking, “Why bother doing anything when I am on the short side of life and it won’t matter?” I don’t know how long I have left on this earth, but I know it is getting shorter by the minute.

I worked for a technology company in the ’80s, and I worked with a lot of scientists and engineers who developed the technology that we still use today. I remember how proud they were to create something that would help humanity and make this a better world to live in. I really don’t believe that they had the financial exploitation that occurs with popular technology, or anything else that is exploited, in mind when they developed it, but it seems to me that things are getting out of control! Such is life and the passage of time.

I consider my body of work to be proof of our existence; they are slices of my life, tiny moments. Each individual image is a moment that I experienced and thought to be worthy of capture, full of beauty, strife, angst, and magnificence.

I am hoping that one day in the future, that moment will be relived over and over again. They were taken so that future generations could have this window back in time: to savor the moments of the past, to be part of the political rallies that I went to, to meet the people that I befriended along the way as a young man, to see the astonishing mountain scenes, or to see the magnificence of the Mediterranean seaside that I have come to call my home in these latter years of my life.

I think that it is not really about my life, but about the past. The past has been lost for what progress introduces us to as the “new normal.”

Time is a turning wheel; it is the flow of a river; it never changes direction. It is certainly a shifting landscape that we live in. As the years roll by, the changes in the world become more evident to the ones who have lived longer, and we realize that most of it is now out of our control.

These were taken so you won’t forget where we came from and to record the fleeting instances that will never be again. Those moments in time, if not for my photographs, may have been totally unnoticed or forgotten! I have eternalized that moment!