As some of you may already know, my father passed away unexpectedly on 05/10/2006. After all of the "hullabaloo" of out-of-town relatives and memorial services I needed some time alone to reflect on my father's passing. I have always used photography as a means of therapy and healing so I grabbed my camera and headed for the nearby Verde River. Considering my mood, I thought it appropriate that I should photograph a mayfly, order Ephemeroptera.
The root origin for "Ephemeroptera" is "ephemera" which means "fleeting" or "short-lived". Mayflies live but very briefly, a day or two, as adults. I cannot think of any one object of comparison that best reflects our lives...fleeting. Dad was 85 yrs old but even 85 is fleeting. We never have enough time with our loved ones. It is never to soon to hug the people you love. It is never too soon to tell them how much you love them. It is all too soon that you cannot.
My best regards to all as always,
