This is the first image of a great many that I took tonight, as Kalib moved with his parents into their new house in Anchorage. Of them all, it is the only one that I have even looked at so far. I am exhausted - too tired to look at even one more image - it is completely beyond me right now to sit down, edit this take, prepare the images, post them and write whatever nonsense comes into my mind.
I can't do it tonight. I can't tell you anything about it.
I must close down, go to bed and see if I can get some sleep.
I am most happy for my son, his wife, their son and their unborn baby, who now have a home all of their own. This is what I want for them.
Yet, my arms feel heavy, and so does my heart.
A wonderful period of my life has come to an end.
No, not an end - but a change, and in a way, a change is an end.
And I am so exhausted. I cannot tell you how exhausted I am.
I cannot edit pictures tonight.
Can I call 1:00 AM tonight?
To me, it is tonight, although, technically, it is tomorrow morning.
Yet, it is never tomorrow - not tomorrow morning, not tomorrow afternoon, not tomorrow evening.
It is always one moment - right now - and at the very moment that we perceive the moment, that moment is gone.
So I think I will go to bed and try again, tomorrow.
There is no one here to feed my fish.
Will my fish starve, now?
And what will a little boy do, if he can't feed his grampa's fish?