Wrinkles

Yesterday, I was taking a splendid bike ride to the studio through a hiking trail. I saw a femme person graced with a huge smile, a wooden walking stick, and a face of beautiful wrinkles, meandering alone. I thought about everything she had lived through, endured, and manifested in the world; every flower arrangement of a lifetime. I think we need to celebrate wrinkles. "Annie Leibovitz: Women," is a nice a place to start.