Today, the tenth of March two thousand and twenty-three, is my twenty thousand. It seems to me that this should be mighty. Significant. A time to reflect upon success, failure, possibility. I figured I could eek it out of a poem or photograph but it seems that there is nothing to be seen here. No tsunami of epiphany, no high richter inspirational illumination. It seems between, twenty thousand, nineteen thousand, nine hundred and ninety nine or twenty thousand and one there is little to choose (We’ll see) It’s likely the same for any arbitrary anniversary: It won’t bring back what you’ve lost or change what you’ve become and ( unless you are seriously reckless) won’t change what lies in front.
Shot in Plymouth, UK on the Nikon D750 on my 20,000 day on earth
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