his world

his world

"Shadow of the Past" A photographic journey, call it an odyssey.

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Grooved faces, dull looks. The elderly cough due to ailments of old age or caused by dusty breezes. Crouched down they stare ahead at what once was. They peer into the rough country where their roots lie hidden, and where their friends are buried. They worry, they groan – wounded souls in a troubled era. Shiny curls, playful eyes. They don't feel the piercing eyes of the kneeling elderly. They see the red cans with white, curly letters. They squint at the big M. They were present at the funerals: they know who died, not what. They do not care about what was. Rough hands, soft fingers. Hand in hand they strive forward, together. The cheerful child hides in grandfather's clothes – Nike sports suit in a draped robe. He has more modern material, but he stumbles more often: he has more luxury than his grandpa, but he has less grip. He does not notice the concern, but he does see the possibilities. The outsider stares at them. He projects his world view, he sets his standards. He condemns the clinging as well as the pedantic denial – he has his finger ready. More so than the sometimes uncertain child, he misses the feeling to sense what is really taking place. Unless he only observes, captures. Then he sees that grandfather and grandson are nevertheless still marching together though the loose sand. That the little one, at one time, pulls his grandfather enthusiastically, and then disappears into his armpit – the future is removed, the past brings together. They are not really sure where to go, those two, but what they like most of all is to stay close together: competition does not have to be destructive. Time will tell. Maybe. Marijn Sillis