Friday, November 21, 2008

Passer le pont

Going through the bridge, short one, long one, going from a country to the other, going up the stairs, or down, through a long corridor, more or less illuminated, on a less known path, is never easy.

We are afraid to begin, the water is deep and dark under it. We are not sure what is the other side.

We go, we think we are there, and all is not as we see it at the beginning, either. This photo illustrated what I feel now, what I felt when I have taken it. My doubts too. My hopes.

1 comment:

  1. Your ability to notice your hopes alongside your doubts is wonderful. You seem to have such positive view on the world, life and humans. To the beginnings!