My previous post motivated me to record the effects of time.
The photo below shows my hand print and that of my younger son. We created this record in leftover wet concrete in mid-2003. The hands sit, silent sentinels, in a far-flung corner of our sprawling estate. Adam was 6 years old at the time.
Now in his teens, he graciously tolerated my request to take a snap of the casts last weekend - in mid-2011 - just to illustrate the change:
Lying hidden in some other remote territory of our sprawling estate lies a similar, but older, record. That of my elder son's handprint. I must mount an archaeological expedition soon to see if I can rediscover that little time capsule. Indiana ... I have a job for you ...