Visual Serendipity. Life’s cycle.

My grand­fa­ther and my nephew hold­ing hands. 80 years apart; one life ends and another one begins.

It is not true that peo­ple stop pur­su­ing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pur­su­ing dreams.” Gabriel Gar­cía Márquez

Time is the sub­stance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which con­sumes me, but I am the fire.” Jorge Luis Borges