Documenting Our Time

Today was one of those days. One of those days where I was very close to closing up the middlespace shop. No more. Give up. Put all the gear away. Sell the gear! Just stop. Quit. Done.

Then I got email from a dear friend.

That conversation went something like this:
Ty: What the heck AM I doing here?!

Friend: You're DOCUMENTING OUR TIME. We talk about this. About looking at your photos in 25 years. Wild.
As another dear friend just recently said, "Somebody is listening somewhere!"