Time In Osuna
Hunt & Peck Parable #1 of 31
I’m looking into the courtyard, past the heavy wooden doors and billowing plants, at a woman and a small child, preparing a stroller to go out for a walk. It is an old photograph; the woman has most likely died, the child now an adult — I imagine him in a library in Madrid, with an open book on world history.
When this photo was captured it was a sunny day, life advancing gently; yet ostensibly so much was happening all over the world, the newspaper pages roaring with events of proposed significance.