Growing Up in Black and White

That's me on the left, during one of the formal photograph sessions I talk about not liking, below. I remember touching that leaf with my left hand. It's one of my only memories from my life before arthritis appeared. On the right is Jean-Michel Basquait. I saw this on the wall outside an exhibit at the Guggenheim in Bilbao, Spain. The lettering on the lower left popped out to me, and was a common presence in his work and this exhibit. Mississippi's shadows seem to follow me no matter where I go, but so does it's light.