The last few weeks have brought some sad and unwelcome events to fruition, as three lights in my life have been extinguished. Not the gut-wrenching devastion of the loss of someone amongst your closest friends and family, but nevertheless losses that make you think twice.
First there was Leonard Nimoy, who will be mourned by anyone who grew up with star Trek. Being fascinated with science even as a child, Spock was my favourite character. I related to his inimitable logic and practicality in any situation. I wonder how many fans also knew of his great love for fine art photography? As a skilled photographer, he used his chosen medium to address issues close to his heart.
And then we lost Terry Pratchett. I bought each Discworld novel as it was published, and still have the full set. Whenever I have a clear out I know there is no question that they will be staying on my shelves. Sir Terry had the most amazing ability to make you laugh with his fantastical and Topsy-Turvy view on all matters. His words painted pictures in your mind, no camera required.
And the third in my hat trick is a soul who was much closer to home, an ex-racing greyhound I helped to rehome with my friend after he was returned to the Greyhound Trust by his original family. A bright light who burned out too quickly. RIP Paddy.
So it is with quiet reflection that I ponder the impermanence of all things this month, and find myself photographing decay once more. Saddened by the loss and yet knowing it is inevitable. A sharp reminder of mortality to freshen my attitude to life in this moment. Words made real in the inexorable march of time.